Real 風景, made of targets found through rushing scan of the grass, 道, and 木（複）. All are thoughts that don't need to be remembered. Our center is now filled with pictures from a long rectangular green corridor. We fly over the top of this memorial marker, made for us to think of something dead that we are about to meet (or something living that we are about to kill).     まずは暗号を唱える すると蜜蜂テレビは兵器に変わった その兵器にはこの日のために選ばれた犠牲者の姿が彫りこまれていた