Turning with robotic stiffness (that many years under the occasionally muddy ほこり, and your bones stick to each other... when your 歯（複） clatter, you feel it too well down in your 足（複）, and when you try to write on a rough 紙, your backbone feels every little woodpulp ridge), to 顔 the enemy who has excavated, and so accidentally activated, this evil 記述 scribe, buried here for bad words so long ago.     そう思った途端 いくつかの画像が浮かんだ 見知らぬ顔の男だった