A faint smell in the 空気. the 光 changes, seems to take on a sharper, banded linearity... アバシッド as if he could tell which was he was going just by checking his path against these lines of 光. Polarized 光 guides him the last few miles.     私は 飛行機に乗り、 船を乗り継ぎ、撤退の波に逆らって ようやくたどり着いたのだった エデンの園の門番 かの有名なエズラの墓に. . .