Like the sound of the dampness of a deep forest

Good evening. It's 11 PM, FM Hachijojima. Let's begin.

I walked along the approach to the shrine after the rain. A long stone staircase continues ahead. Looking at my feet, the edges of the stones are gone. This is because thick moss covers the entire staircase.

This island has high humidity. That is why everything that stays still ends up wearing a green garment like this. When I touch it with my fingers, it is damp and soft like velvet. The stones, which should be hard and cold, feel like a warm living creature.

Perhaps moss is the soundproofing device of this island. My footsteps, the sound of falling rain—everything is absorbed by that fluffy green blanket. It slowly blurs artificial straight lines and sharp corners over time. I feel as if I am being gently persuaded that I don't need to be so sharp.

Overwhelming silence and a long passage of time. On this green velvet, the hands of a clock have no meaning.

Tonight, I bring you a song that sounds just like the dampness of such a deep forest. Comus. Guided by the beautiful tone of the flute, it feels as if I might wander into some unknown era. It is a masterpiece of acid folk that is delicate, yet possesses a chilling intensity.

Well, it is almost time to say goodbye. I hope the corners of our hearts have become a little rounded, too.

See you again tomorrow in this place. Good night.

(Broadcast on 2013.6.18)

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