Fantasy Railroad runs through the field
of light of stars.
It is not in cosmic space which is empty of
anything, but in the world which is full of such familiar things as
grasses, flowers, birds, utility poles and signals.
The water of
the river is ever so transparent as to be invisible, whereas creatures
like fish live in it.
There stand countless sankaku-hyos, which are
supposed to be the marks for someone to devote himself to making a map
of the world.
While a scholar tries to dig fossils out of stratums
in order to prove that the world has really been there.
When we try
to observe the world, however, we see nothing but vacuum of space with
only stars floating in the sky.
I wonder how our real world look,
in return, when they observe toward us far from their invisivle world.
