１４２８５７×１＝１４２８５７
１４２８５７×２＝２８５７１４
１４２８５７×３＝４２８５７１
１４２８５７×４＝５７１４２８
１４２８５７×５＝７１４２８５
１４２８５７×６＝８５７１４２
Der Hölle Rache kocht in meinem Herzen,
Tod und Verzweiflung flammet um mich her!
Fühlt nicht durch dich Sarastro Todesschmerzen,
So bist du （meine Tochter nimmermehr.
Verstossen sey auf ewig und verlassen,
Zertrümmert） alle Bande der Natur,
Wenn nicht durch dich Sarastro wird erblassen!
Hört Rache, – Götter! – Hört der Mutter Schwur.
9/17 4:24
îl e
escalier en spirale
escalier en spirale
escargot
causes et raisons des îles désertes
Argumentum ornithologicum
Δｒ ≡ ｒ（ｔ＋Δｔ）－ ｒ（ｔ）
Δｒ／Δｔ ≡｛ｒ（ｔ＋Δｔ）－ ｒ（ｔ）｝／Δｔ
ｖ（ｔ）＝ lim Δｔ→０［ Δｒ／Δｔ ］≡ lim Δｔ→０［｛ｒ（ｔ＋Δｔ）－ ｒ（ｔ）｝／Δｔ］
Landscape with the Fall of Icarus
A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?
A SUDDEN blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
Silâne Sohn-Zaine
When the island was covered in twilight, Mayumi reached the lighthouse of the cape. A soft meadow covered the rocky skin that protruded to the sea side, and a conical white lighthouse like a triangular hat was secretly basking in the sunset there.
I wonder why I wanted to draw "islands". It is probably because myself is embracing "inner islands" with consciousness.
At what moment or page of this story does "I" exist?
I wonder whether I was able to draw a scenario with strong confidence that I was born to create this moment of this story like that.
When the island was covered in twilight, Mayumi reached the lighthouse of the cape. A soft meadow covered the rocky skin that protruded to the sea side, and a conical white lighthouse like a triangular hat was secretly basking in the sunset there.
I wonder why I wanted to draw "islands". It is probably because myself is embracing "inner islands" with consciousness.
At what moment or page of this story does "I" exist?
I wonder whether I was able to draw a scenario with strong confidence that I was born to create this moment of this story like that.
20:11 9/17
