Organizing the list, formed by clouds accumulating on the mountains, a small flood in the apartment parking lot > Bonds Gallery

"-Do I really have to do that too?"

As a boss, I ask about a difficult task.

There is a list. I tried having them do it, but they can't seem to do it.

There is a list of names.

It seems a gangster is trying to do something on this list, but it isn't going well.

If you are on this list, the City Hall seems to prioritize processing it.

..

They add the time, details, and address to the list and distribute it.

Then it is completed,

and you just need to collect taxes according to the list.

...

I look at my forearm.

It comes down from my shoulder and continues to my forearm.

But there are a few crumbs stuck to it, like chocolate cookies. They look like crumbs from pockmarked bread. I wonder if they grew like mold.

They are clinging to the skin of my forearm, making me want to brush them off immediately.

A woman explains.

It is the scenery outside.

It is a mountain with a fairly steep slope.

It looks to the left at an angle of about 50 to 60 degrees.

Clouds are descending from the sky.

The clouds crash against the sloping ground.

They settle low, like fog.

Then another layer of clouds descends.

They pile up layer upon layer like fog and become compressed.

A thin layer of fog forms.

A thin, white, compressed layer takes on the appearance of a steamed rice cake.

Then, something emerges from the bottommost layer of fog

to the ground below.

It appears like the chocolate chip cookie crumbs that were on my forearm.

It looks just like a burger growing.

I find it fascinating. The mountains outside the window are showing me in detail the cookie crumbs on my forearm forming.

- For some reason, I felt like I shouldn't just brush these crumbs off right away.

Come to think of it, we are inside a large bus.

And inside, a beautiful woman is describing the view outside the window.

This place is high up deep in the mountains. It seems like a significant tourist spot.

- How is it? What do you think today will be like? After finishing her explanation, she asks us.

We are now entering the park parking lot.

And next to it is a single-story park administration building.

We are going to that administration building.

...

There are about 6 or 7 lists.

I have to put the Yakuza list here.

I have to insert this list of powerful Yakuza members here.

So I prepare to call roll and go together.

So I put their list somewhere in the middle.

It doesn't seem that difficult. Nor do I feel any moral guilt.

I think I just need to put their names in the middle and call them.

It isn't a huge problem; I just have to insert them between the lists.

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They create a new political party.

Big-name politicians create 3 or 4 new parties.

But they seem to know each other well.

Since a new party is created anyway, if it goes well,

they will move to that side.

I describe this using the image of a thick circle or a horizontal oval.

....

It is a downhill slope.

I drive my car down.

Over there, a man runs toward the car parked on the left.

I press the brake firmly.

However, the car rolls. It goes down a little slowly, bit by bit.

I press the brake even harder. But the car continues to go down slowly, bit by bit.

The road curves to the left.

The man who ran over carefully re-parks the large truck that was parked on the inside of the left side.

He probably parked it at this corner to ensure it doesn't get in the way of other cars turning the corner.

Fortunately, the man has finished moving the car, so I drive down slowly.

Ah, this is the parking lot of the apartment complex where I live.

The path on the left leads down to the underground parking lot, and the path on the right is the above-ground parking lot, which is narrow.

This time, I decide to park my car in the above-ground parking lot.

The parking lot is empty today.

I parked my car over there on the outer edge.

I came back into my apartment to rest,

but it looks like it's raining outside. There's a flood.

Where I am looks like I'm on the 15th or 20th floor or higher.

Yellowish-brown water is filling the ground.

It seems to be over a meter deep.

I look for my car. Maybe it's because of the rain, but I can't see it from here...

Where could I be? I search.

But I think it's a relief that I didn't park in the underground parking lot.

With the water overflowing, if I went underground, the cars would likely be completely submerged.

I look for the entrance to the underground parking lot, but I can't see it.

Still, I think it's a relief that I parked above ground this time.

..

On a wide tray,

there are lists arranged horizontally.

Just as I planned earlier,

I inserted gangsters, thugs, or high-ranking members of the organization in the middle.

I put their names in 3 or 4 of the 10 items on the list.

It went well according to plan. I wait at the crosswalk for the traffic light to change while eating ice cream.