no reflection, nor shadowApril 4, 2008 at 6:48 pm | Posted in writing | 22 Comments
“the japanese squid fishermen are asleep” she had said,
introspection, he says, turning from the smudged mirror back into the chaos of the room. i take my hat off for the photojournalist, his faith that mere description will effect change but to exercise desire requires imagination. the world as it is was imagined into being, sometimes by sailors.
he shrugs on the long cloak Takeshi had given him and turns back to the bed where she lies sleeping, eventually everything will be as it was before i arrived,
silhouette, he says,
the curtain flickers on the moonlit breeze,