tree
i have to write a love letter this afternoon ... oh, the interesting jobs that seem to find me ... but instead i'm feeling just a little dreamy, listening to cibo matto:
white pepper ice cream
it's like a line drawing
it stings my lips
i used to take too many pictures of trees, and they never turned out the way i wanted them to, they just seemed diminished. i was at a temple complex in north kyoto, and you had to look through this dark fencing, squinting to make out the dull, gilt buddha in the dark inner room. i tried for a while, forcing my eyes to adjust to the dark. but outside the temple, there was this old, tall tree, splitting in a hundred different directions, but propped up everywhere by wooden bars, shaped like very long capital Ts, carefully tied to the branches. it was pretty amazing, the effort that was taken to keep this tree up, and it was quite beautiful, this old, spidery tree wearing all these crutches. none of my pictures appropriately demonstrate this.
which is the first word,
sweet or spicy?
ca m'est egal
ca m'est egal
it's all the same to me
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