紫香襲人

《猫咪建筑家》A Cat of Architect
作：【日】森博嗣 MORI Hiroshi
画：【日】佐久间真人 SAKUMA Makoto



The cat was an architect.
He had lived several lives,
and in each life he was born to be an architect.

In fact,
he was always thinking about  "style",
and
had always "cooperation" in his mind.

Every morning he examined the outside world through the slit.

Even in his dream,
he was wondering what to create,
and how to create it.

So when he awoke,
he couldn' t wait to go seeking the suitable location for his idea.

But he never just wandered around.

The cat knew
"discretion" was the first thing.

He wondered
what "form" should be produced
or
what "function" should be constructed.

Gazing far away, he was deep in thought
bending his back, eyes narrowing.

The cat knew "observation" was also important.

How did the things all around the world
come to take present "forms"?
Did each thing have its own "function"?

"What is this?"
"Why is this standing here?"

Everything drew his interest.
Nothing attracted him more.

Maybe every form in the world had some reason,
and had its own function.

But there remained things
that had lost their original forms,
that had lost their functions.

Most of these things didn' t move any more,
and their forms were collapsing.

"But why do these things kept exist?"
"Why haven' t they disappeared already?"

Then, the cat was hit upon one reason, "beauty".

"Yes, I' ve heard of that word."

But no one had clarified the meaning of the word.

Fellow architects gathered to have a conference.

Of course, they discussed about "beauty".

"Where is it?"
"Is it really valuable?"
"If it' s not valuable, we aren' t discussing about it, here."

Nobody could explain the meaning of "beauty".

They had
never seen "beauty",
never touched "beauty",
never licked "beauty".

"Is it really existing?"


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