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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

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Winter mornings are made of steel; they have a metallic taste and sharp edges. On a Wednesday in January, at seven in the morning, it’s plain to see that the world was not made for Man, and definitely not for his comfort or pleasure.
– Olga Tokarczuk, Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead
Ninety-Six Ranch, Paradise Valley, Nevada
Photo by Richard Ahlborn, 1978
Japanese Maple Tree in the winter
Grace Lee.
Ukrainian Stinger MANPADS team set up in a sunflower field, waiting for a Russian air attack.
Interviewer: "What difference in usage would you point out in these three languages [Russian, English, French], these three instruments?
Nabokov: "Nuances. If you take framboise in French, for example, it's a scarlet color, a very red color. In English, the word raspberry is rather dull, with perhaps a little brown or violet. A rather cold color. In Russian it's a burst of light, malinovoe; the word has associations of brilliance, of gaiety, of ringing bells. How can you translate that?
- Vladimir Nabokov, Think, Write, Speak: Uncollected Essays, Reviews, Interviews and Letters to the Editor. Bryan Boyd and Anastasia Tolstoy, Eds.