SHORT STORIES
ARE,
SOMETIMES LONGER.
Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Stumble.
Three possible outcomes:
First, you don’t fall.
Second, you nearly trip over.
Third, you fall flat.
Then you get up again, because you have to.
M A N U F A C T U R E D . L A N D S C A P E
Sometimes,
stroking a cat’s tail
is the only consolation.
Sometimes,
hot strawberry jam
rains down from the sky.
THEN, MONOCHROME VISION SETS IN.
The question is, which galaxy?
Ohh, what’s it called? Floral wallpaper galaxy.
And that one? That’s a chandelier.
Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right. Left, right… not again!
THEN, EYES MEET.
CHAIR DISCO.
As a child, I had a nagging question that I didn’t know the answer to: When did we, humans, develop the vision to see the world in color? And how fast that process must have been… Raised by my grandparents, they often told me about black and white films and TV. Knowing only color TV, I was amazed by the idea that, in the beginning, human vision must have been in black and white. I can’t remember when and how I came to understand the ‘truth’…
SHIFTING COLOR.
FEELING BLUE.
The Big Blue was for some time my favorite movie. And I had a teenage crush on Jean Reno. Could that be the reason why I’m so attracted to the color blue? Blue lagoon blue, royal blue, sky blue, lapislazuli blue, California blue, swimming pool blue, indigo blue, jeans blue of course…
Except for that blackish blue of the sea, when you know, oh it’s deep out there. I am incredibly afraid of the depths of the sea. This is probably my biggest fear. Slightly contradictory, The Big Blue movie is about free-diving. And friendship.
I lived for a few years on the mediterranean island of Gozo. Surrounded by shallow and rather deep sea. Kayaking on the deep end was always a big challenge. Did it cure my fear? No.
DANCE’N’ROSES.
A rose is a rose is a rose.
– Gertrude Stein.
A poppy is a poppy is a poppy.
– Me.
The grass*
is always greener
on the other side.
* or moss in that case.
THIS WAY.
THAT WAY.
OR MIDDLE WAY.
ODD RESEMBLANCES.
ONCE UPON A TIME.
THERE WAS.
HOT PINK.
One culprit was a cat. The other one a human. Instinct vs carelessness. Sometimes I understand cats better than humans.
Mrs Banana (and other stories).
Electric blue sky,
time to retreat.
It’s past 5 o’clock.
Mrs Banana,
not Yoshimoto.
JPY 17’000 per hour.
Tender cherry blossom
caress electrified air.
Until days get warmer.
When night falls,
Tokyo shines.
Humming like a bumble bee.
