I belted the fancy to my farce; you smiled, elven in the summer snows. Why couldn't we cinch our hips to the sun; why couldn't we play flutes on moons; why couldn't we sway under vellum stars, a thousand years old...
Do you remember when we had timid toes and dangerous desires? I remember hallowed hopes now fallowed fells. Today I frayed the belt centimeters more. I have notches and scratches and cuts and scuffs. And yet it clings to our wastes...
The weight of time grains into the leathers of years like wet cement and horsehairs I used to prance wearing, like feathered ladies. We no longer hold hands under slivers of moons and felt tip tents; I feel the missing space, the ache of addiction. I fear its satiation.
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Was I a Model in Japan?
During my time in Nagoya I worked and lived at the strangely famous hostel and café Nagonoya. With its chequered floors and florescent lighting it felt quite dated, but I think that was supposed to be part of the charm. The dorms were always fully booked on weekends with domestic tourists and there was always a buzz in the downstairs café. Camera crews were constantly in and out of the place interviewing the Japanese staff members who worked the café. I think it had something to do with the egg sandwiches. At least that was what was on most of the merchandise, except for that one dishcloth with the owner’s face on it. Was I being employed by a local celebrity?
By Susanna Kiernan6 days ago in Wander
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I traveled a journey unaware of its necessity for my development as, at its end, it displayed what I pretended to ignore but could not abandon. Thank you for presenting your work.