Ted and I were sitting at Maru’s tiny folding table in his falling-down-with-junk kitchen. The only other space in his apartment was the six-tatami-mat “bedroom,” a step away.
Very interesting! I’ve had people say “wistful” and “sentimental” about things I’ve written here. I would have never guessed...but they feel that. I’m glad--I like the idea, and longing is now another one.
a gorgeous, poetic lament. The things we could see, the things we could tolerate, the simplicity of it all.
So highly tolerant of simplicity. I should work on regaining that, or at least valuing that.
There is a sense of longing in this text that I quite appreciated! 🥰
Very interesting! I’ve had people say “wistful” and “sentimental” about things I’ve written here. I would have never guessed...but they feel that. I’m glad--I like the idea, and longing is now another one.
It is ever so interesting to discover how our words travel and land into our readers' minds, right? 😊
I missed you when you were young naive and adorable
Lovely piece!
Thank you so much! I’m very glad you enjoyed.
I really like the image of the three of you smoking and sharing the ashtray in that tiny room.
Quite real. Now who am I to call his place a filthy child’s clubhouse?
An era I missed arriving in 1998
I’m noting the past tense here....;)
You didn’t miss much.