February 2012
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(Ever on upwards, rising towards the great cloud)...
6. allez en avant
It is early. The day has barely begun. A white light pours through the window of the balcony, and spills into my room; somehow I know I must go. Go where? Go forth to what, and to whom? I look out and see the backyards of my neighbours, their curtained windows, a forest of bamboo someone is growing; I see a horizon marked by terracotta tiles and the wires of antennas, I hear...
“You can’t tell anything from photographs. They’re just a shadow. The real me is...”
– Haruki Murakami - South of the Border, West of the Sun (via murakamistuff)
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The parents navigate between the dead and the...
5. O, Childhood
Remember how we rode in the car Behind the wheel, on our father’s lap: Remember the safety, the pleasant warmth; The light, slanting through the windows; the wind outside We couldn’t touch, but could only imagine: Remember the arms beside us, turning the wheel; How small it made us feel.
Remember his voice, too: Remember how he thought you knew the difference Between a Honda and a...
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Look! Look! Look! / Look at the women! Dancing on...
4. These Shelves
Look at these shelves. I tried putting you away But I couldn’t. My friend was recently diagnosed With clinical depression and she asked me What letting go meant; And I had to ask her to be more specific Because I just didn’t know what to say. Have you Seen these shelves? The handles on the drawers, The books, the little trophies I’ve managed to win, The photographs of myself when...
