The mortar floor, trodden by people and dogs over the years, softly reflects the bustle of motorcycles and the light of the cloudy sky. Sitting in a low chair in a Vietnamese coffee shop, the floor is even closer, making me feel the blotchy light even more deeply.

長い歳月を経て人々と犬たちによって踏みしめられたモルタルの床が、バイクの喧騒と曇り空の光を柔らかく映し出す。ベトナムの喫茶店の低い椅子に座ると床が一層近く、その滲んだ光をいっそう深く感じさせてくれる。