Standing Woman - Chapter 1 - page 4

"Do you know the beauty parlor on the main street? You turn in there. My name is Hiyama." He nodded at me. "Come on over sometime. There's no one home but my wife." "Thank you very much." I gave him my own name. I didn't remember any writer named Hiyama. No doubt he wrote under a pen name. I had no intention of visiting his house. This is a world where even two or three writers getting together is considered illegal assembly.
"It's time for the mail truck to come."
Talking pains to look at my watch, I stood up.
"I'm afraid I'd better go," I said.
He turned a sadly smiling face toward me and bowed slightly. After stroking the dogpillar's head a little, I left the park.

Standing Woman(2)

I came out on the main street, there were a lot of cars on the road but few pedestrians. A cattree about thirty to forty centimeters high was planted next to the sidewalk.
Sometimes I come across a catpillar that has just been planted and still hasn't become a cattree.
New catpillars look at my face and meow or cry, but the ones where all four limbs planted in the ground have vegetized, with their greenish faces stiffly set and their eyes shut tight, only move their ears now and then.
Then there are catpillars that grow branches from their bodies and put out handfuls of leaves.
The mental condition of there seems to be completely vegetized | they don't even move their ears. Even if you can still make out a cat's face, it may be better to call these cattrees.
Maybe. I thought, it's better to make dogs into dogpillars. When their food runs out, they get vicious and even turn on people. But why did they have to turn cats into catpillars? Too many strays? To improve the food situation even a little? Or perhaps for the greening of the city ...
Next to the big hospital on the corner where the roads cross are two mantrees, and ranged alongside these trees is a manpillar. This manpillar wears a postman's uniform, and you can't tell how far its legs have vegetized because of its trousers. It is male, thirty-five or thirty-six years old, tall, with a bit of a stoop.
I approached him and held out my envelope as always.
"Registered mail, special delivery, please."