「夫婦関係、光害、そして芸術：三つの視点を繋ぐ」の英語長文問題

The flickering streetlights cast an orange glow across the canvas, illuminating the frustrated artist’s face. He sighed, the brush still clutched in his hand, a half-finished portrait of his wife staring back at him from the easel. His relationship with Hana, his wife, had become as muddied and indistinct as the colors on his palette. The once vibrant hues of their early years, bursting with laughter and shared dreams, were now muted, dulled by a slow accumulation of unspoken resentments and the relentless pressure of daily life. The city’s relentless glow, the pervasive light pollution, seemed to mirror this dimming intimacy. He often found himself looking at the night sky, a constellation of barely visible stars lost in a sea of artificial light, a chilling reflection of their fading connection. He had always found solace in painting, a means of expressing emotions too complex for words. But tonight, even art felt inadequate. The rich oils and watercolors, once his refuge, seemed to mock his inability to capture the essence of his emotional landscape. He felt a deep sense of isolation, the vibrant energy of the city pulsing around him while he remained stranded in a personal darkness. The city, sprawling and ever-expanding, had inadvertently become a symbol of their estrangement. The unrelenting light pollution not only obscured the stars but also cast a sterile, artificial light on their once passionate relationship. He felt a profound loss, a longing for the simple clarity of a starlit night, a yearning for the days when their love shone bright and unwavering, like a beacon in the darkness. He picked up his brush again, this time with a newfound resolve. He would not let the urban glow extinguish the embers of their love. He would paint, not just to capture the image of Hana, but to recapture the essence of their connection, to fight the encroaching darkness with the vibrant colors of his art, just as he would fight to rekindle the flame of their marriage.