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I’m not going to say anything specific, but it’s an emotion called jealousy or disgust..... “Oh? Didn’t you get a little sunburn?” Do we want something we don’t know? Some women, including her lost want imagine no That’s right. I was able to take a good vacation so I went to the beach to play. I stayed for 2 nights and came back yesterday … The conversation did not develop in this way. She looked terribly awkward and didn’t deny, but she didn’t seem to want to admit it positively. Oops. She didn’t want to get a tan. I didn’t seem to understand her feelings well. I thought she should go somewhere because she was spending days going back and forth between her home and her office. So I just wanted to admire her for being tanned. If possible, she should spend more time with her family. Rumor has it that she isn’t on good terms with her family. Rather, her family is in a relatively serious conflict. Needless to say, parents cannot choose thei...

It is having a reason to stay.… My name is Papi. At least, that is what they call me now. I am a Papillon mix, small enough that a person can carry me under one arm, although I have never liked being carried for very long. My ears are large, my legs are thin, and when I am excited my entire body seems to vibrate before the bark actually comes out. I do not remember the animal shelter very clearly. I was only a few months old. What I remember is the smell. Disinfectant. Wet concrete. Food. Fear. There were many dogs in the communal enclosure. We slept pressed against one another because there was not enough room to sleep properly. Sometimes a dog would bark at the sound of footsteps. Sometimes all of us would bark together. And sometimes, for no apparent reason, everyone became silent. I learned something there. Silence did not necessarily mean peace. Sometimes it meant that everyone was waiting. One afternoon, a middle-aged woman walked slowly past the...

It might simply be the nation that stayed awake longer.… By 2028, the maps in the Pentagon no longer centered on Europe. They centered on water. The Indian Ocean glowed across wall-sized displays inside the underground briefing room at United States Indo-Pacific Command headquarters in Hawaii. Thin red lines traced oil tanker routes from the Persian Gulf through the Strait of Malacca toward East Asia. Blue icons represented submarines. Yellow dots represented commercial satellites. Every moving ship larger than fifty meters was tagged by machine-learning systems connected to maritime surveillance constellations, underwater acoustic arrays, and long-endurance drones. The Americans called it maritime denial architecture. The Chinese called it strangulation. For twenty years, Chinese strategists had quietly referred to the vulnerability as the “Malacca Dilemma” — the fear that hostile naval forces could cut China’s access to im...

That’s enough for me..... “Please contact me if you have time. It’s past the promised time, but do you know what you’re up to today? If you hear this, please contact me. Immediately!” It was a familiar voice Why is the winner attacked by a feeling of emptiness? effort result abundant enough satisfaction It was a familiar voice I glanced at my watch while listening to the recorded message. I seem to have misunderstood. The promised time has passed. After all, the time I arrived at the designated place was changed from 1 pm to 5 pm. Such failures are rare for me. I made a similar mistake during the warm season of 2017. I remember going out in a hurry that day. Why was it wrong today? And why don’t I feel guilty about that? Why is the winner attacked by a feeling of emptiness? We strive to achieve something. We are satisfied that the result of our efforts reaches a certain quantity or quality. But that effort is endless. That is because ...

And for a few seconds, everyone forgets who is controlling whom.… The old theatre stood at the end of a narrow street in Osaka, squeezed between a concrete apartment building and a bicycle shop. Its sign was almost unreadable. Inside, however, everything was carefully maintained. The stage was only a few meters wide, but behind the curtain hung dozens of puppets—wooden figures with articulated shoulders, elbows, wrists, knees, and fingers. Some had beautiful costumes; others were so old that the paint on their faces had begun to crack. Among them was a marionette named Ren. Ren had been made nearly forty years earlier by a craftsman who had believed that a puppet’s most important feature was not its face, but its balance. A marionette could have exquisite eyes and a beautifully painted mouth, but if its center of gravity was wrong, no amount of skill could make it appear alive. That principle fascinated Haruto, the theatre’s newest puppeteer. His teacher, ...