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Another new gin from @cornerfiftythree this is their fabulously pink Not Pink Gin, based around their pomelo gin with blackberries, lemon and a light buzz of honey. Perfect served with a floral or elderflower tonic #corner53 #cornerfiftythree #pinkgin #notpinkgin #hampshiregin #fareham #farehamwinecellar #ginlovers #gintastic #ginstagram #thinkpink🎀 (at Fareham Wine Cellar) https://www.instagram.com/p/BzA0B1thECE/?igshid=1626501qwuhw7

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I am living #turkey #oludeniz #pinkgin #sparklingsea #KlepOnHoliday (at Oludeniz Beach) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bv8_6gMFWde/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=99njtycnuibg

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Pink gin and my parents patio where it's about 10 degrees cooler...yes please. #pinkgin #ginandtonic #patio #cocktail (at Camas, Washington)

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自作解題（子供たち）ノート

語り手の女は学生のように優雅な身分だ。「疲れた」と言ってもタカが知れている。全力を出し切ってやっと眠りにつくということすら、知らずに過ごしてきた。相手の男は社会人だけれど、会社ではまだそれほどの権限がなく、平日は文字通り限界まで働いている。

こういう二人が休日の昼間に体を重ねると、女は一人で何時間も先に起きてしまう。外が眩しい時間帯にベッドに居続けることに対して、単純に違和感があり、我慢ができない。とにかく若いのだ。

眠りながらきつく抱きしめてくる腕を苦労して抜け出し、一体どうやってこの暇を潰そうかと思案する。突然目覚められても愛の減少や浮気を疑われない行為でなければならない。それは読書しかない。でも、ラブホテルの照明は暗い。しかも高さの合っていないソファとテーブルしかない。いっそ風呂場に行こうか、そこには明り取りがあるかも知れない。こんな風に一人で起きているのに、自分の意志ではないように動いて、まるで自分は彼の夢みたいだな。

いや、本当にそう、彼の夢になることが自分にできるだろうか？　何をすれば良いのか？　程良い物音を立てるべきか？　そのほうが簡単に悪夢を呼び起こせる気がする。悪夢を見せた方が、眠りは濃くなり彼の疲れは取れるのか？　私が他の男に抱かれることを想像すると、果たしてそれは相手の夢に現れるのか？　彼は嫉妬深いから想像しなくても現れるだろうが、だからこそ私自身が望んでいなくても、それを想像することができるとも言える？

…こうした行動を扱った小説。彼女はホテルの中で実に様々な動き方を文字通り、試す。（そして耳を澄ます。愛撫をやめた途端、突然音楽が聴こえてきたり、体が反応したときにシャンデリア風の照明が消灯しそうになったり、ああいう場所にはそれなりのシンクロがある。）

離れた相手の夢に現れることを願うのではなく、目の前に寝ている人間の、夢の実質としての表現では、一体どう体を動かすべきか。こんなことを実生活で、本気でやった人間はなかなかいないんじゃないか、と自惚れる。男の＜夢の実質＞を背負うのが女なら、子供の＜夢の実質＞を背負うのは大人だろう。小さな頃、寝る部屋の隣で点いていたテレビ、大人が立てる物音。そのようにつなげていって、サブタイトルは子供たちになった。

Synopsis of my work “The Children”: notes

The female narrator is of a refined status like a student. Even when she says “I’m tired”, it doesn’t mean much. She’s been living without even knowing what it’s like to finally fall asleep after giving all your strength. On the other hand, although the man is a working adult, he doesn’t yet have much authority in his company and works himself to the limit every day.

When these two sleep together in the daytime on a holiday, the woman gets up hours earlier by herself. She simply can’t bear it and is uncomfortable staying in bed at a time of day when it’s blindingly bright outside. In any case, she’s young. With great effort, she pulls herself from his arms, which hold her tightly even as he remains asleep, and ponders how on earth she should kill the time. It has to be something that won’t make him suspect that she’s unfaithful or loves him any less if he suddenly wakes up. The only option is reading. But the light in the love hotel is dim, and there’s nothing but a sofa and a table whose heights don’t match. Maybe she should go to the bathroom, where there might be a skylight? Although she’s awake all by herself, it’s like she’s not acting of her own free will, just as though she were a dream of his.

No, but could she really become a dream of his? What would she have to do? Should she make the right amount of noise? It seemed like that would easily cause nightmares. Maybe if he had a nightmare, he would sleep more deeply and his tiredness would go away? If she imagined herself in another man’s arms, would that scene appear in his dreams? Well, he was a jealous man, so it would probably appear anyway - was it because of that that she could imagine it even if it wasn’t something she wanted?

...the story is about such behaviour. She really does try all sorts of actions in the hotel. (And then listens closely. Such a place has its own synchronisations - music becoming audible as her caresses stop; the chandelier-style lights nearly going out when his body responds.)

How should she move her body, not to appear in the dreams of someone far away, but to become the substance of the dreams of the person lying asleep in front of her? She starts to feel proud of herself - surely no one has seriously tried to do this in real life before? If women bear the substance of men’s dreams, then surely adults bear the substance of children’s dreams. When she had been little, there had been a TV switched on next to the room where she slept, and the sounds of adults. Linked to this, the subtitle became “The Children”.

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