There is the sound of a city. There is the voice of an individual. There is a smaller sound. It exists at a lower place, so no one has cared. However, it cumulates in layers for a long time, and it resonates at a moment. It is the moment that the sound becomes shouting.

During my military service, I saw many soldiers who trample fire-bellied frogs. They were ordinary young people in their early twenties and not particularly cruel people. Among them, I especially asked the soldier who trampled the frog with his best effort. I asked him why he did it. Then he answered with a bright face.-I just stepped on it, disgusting. It's okay if they do not see in my eyes, but they look too much.There are things that we talk about without hesitation. But those words that speak without thought are a big hurt and a great discrimination for someone. We take it for granted and claim that it is a bit of a 'fastidiousness', but in fact it is an abomination and another abuse. Through various eyes and voices that exist at a low place, I look at those stories.

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