To ply

To ply
Squat down and feel the ground by a palm. Wait until you perceive a subtle undulation. Then put a mark on the top of the undulation. Let’s begin it. Stand up, and you’ll face the landscape.

From the feet, the eyes crawl on the earth. Undulant topography becomes clear as a map. Find some swelling points. There are lots. You choose unconsciously and walk up to it.

At the point, squat down and put another mark on the top. Come back to the starting point and look back to the landscape. It moves a little from where it was.

Again, look down on the ground. The undulations are clearer now. Numerous swelling tops come into the view. You have to choose another one to put the mark, and come back to the place.

Look back to find out the landscape moves again. Every time you come back and see, it moves little by little. More undulations are born, more its density increases. As it goes, the time goes by. Repeat the occupation; finding, putting and coming back. The marks multiply. A new mark is put on a point that was a hollow on a slope. It multiplies more and more. The occupation marks another, same occupation. It is repeated continuously.

A rule - scales between zero and one. They ramify as the marks are out one by one. Strangely, a space between the marks products the undulations and it expands. That makes you think of a spread of time which seems gradually dimming.

Talking to a visitor occurs sometimes. You may drink some water, sit down and relax looking idly at the landscape with the marks. You may be bored and repose.

Does music have a moment? Does a note in a music paper have a moment individually? Music is a sequence of the notes and it’s just a stream. It’s bounded by past and future. The division between the notes is vague.

Open the eyes. Assuming how much time passes, you see the landscape becomes quiet. There are only marks remarkable. Remove the marks. Take away one by one from the most noticeable one to the least, and come back every time. The landscape appears cautiously. Is it better to shorten the whole distance, or to reduce the density? Never mind, the marks call you in turn.

There are a few marks. The sea comes out. The waves have some undulations. The wind has the density that is heavy, and rough. The gaps are there, between the waves.

Some marks along the shore remain. Between the waves, things are up and down. Between them, I am back and forth.

The sun sets. Yes, the sun rises and sets. And I come to the sea and go back home.

Circle is too much. The round of the seasons is different. It’s not a unity of various changes as like a circle, but a plenty of undulations. It’s a wave a day. Go and come, face the gap. You are back and forth.
Morita Yasuaki