ジョシュ・ブローリンさんのインスタグラム写真 - (ジョシュ・ブローリンInstagram)「There it was again, that silence. He’d walked all day with his pockets full of syllables and letter shavings that he had gathered over the past couple of days. He’s been thinking a lot and the thoughts were loud. He’d whittled away fragments that never found cohesion, put them in his pockets to figure out later when the machine wasn’t running so hot. And now, that silence became him as he stopped at the cliff side, took all the jagged would be sentences out with his hands, and scattered them on the dusty ground where he crouched. It was early in the morning against a background of sea and sky and he could feel the panting of the seagulls flying overhead to the north but he didn’t strain to listen. To the West the onshore breeze was blowing hard enough to whip the rabbit ears of his inside out pockets but he didn’t feel it yet. Looking down at all those fragmented thoughts, he stopped himself from piecing together a coherent sentence, from structuring what the architecture of that breeze started to. No, he stood there with his head down focused on the potpourri of what might have before been an understanding. He watched it as if he was standing bedside at his grandfather’s hospice knowing that soon there wouldn’t be another word uttered from his pruned mouth. Silence but for these absurd brushstroke moments standing tall. He reached down, picked up a grunt or a moan, or it might have been ka or a tion. He felt the cool wind. He remembered the smoke of his mother’s Kool Kings being sucked out of the driver’s side window. He thought of his grandfather’s letter to him 6 days after he had died quietly beside him, opening it. Then he sat down on the dirt and kept shuffling the sounds until: “The child’s laughter shook in me so violently that I couldn’t help but laugh back. I put her on my shoulders, her holding intertwined hands across my forehead, and we walked to the ice cream store for some soft serve, half chocolate, half vanilla. Her mouth gnawed at my short hair from above as we walked... “ was as far as he got when he looked up, saw a seagull pass, heard a wave break below, felt it all, then went right back into it, word by infant word.」7月14日 5時01分