Selin Karatas | TAPE 1

Transcript:

In 1945, a strange occurrence happened. A mystery that hasn't been solved till this day as of yet, a riddle that's been stuck in my head since I was child -- that's been stuck in every child's head since that year, no matter where they inhabit. A hum that beckons us and itches our organs, a clear divide between our generation and those who preceeded us.

We should be happy that the war is over. Yet, I can't stop thinking about that mystery. You should know it by now, it goes a little like this:

A Japanese man fishing just by the coast of what used to be Katsura, Japan, goes to a fishing trip with his son out in the Pacific Ocean. They pack their supplies and sail off out in the ocean. They manage to catch a couple of fish over the next three days, enough for the family, and a bit extra to sell. Happy and content, they come back. Only, the pier isn't where it's supposed to be. Where there should be a village, only chiseled ground remains. Where did it all go? Where is his wife? His son's mother? When he looks up, for a split second, he sees a strange massive pyramid floating over his head... then it's gone.

*poof*

What do you think?

We fill in the blanks, and let our imaginations take over. Was the pyramid ever real? Or just a figment of his grief? Better yet, is it an allegory of some kind? Perhaps the ghosts of those who met their demise during the Great Bombing of Japan, and is it a coincidence that we pay attention to triangles in our lives now?

The question remains: do we dare to look into it? Or is it better to accept things as just in? A bed time story to commemorate the souls lost that year, and a mystery for us to forget.