She put another hot towel around my back and said “hot towel!”
"Is it finished?" I asked,
"Not finished" She replied. Then disappeared from the room.
I can feel her tiny hands and soft palms still on my back, doing pressure movements.
It felt like less than half a minute but the towel was already cold.
I thought of Helen Gardner, harassment, thermal stones, migration and my tail bone, not necessary in this order.
Then she re-entered the room with Lemon Honey tea:)
They are the fragile animals.
Being aggressive, pretend to be rational and sometimes become violent
are all due to their conscious guilt.
I saw the cute white roots coming out from the purple carnations.
Is it a form of rebirth or self destruction?
I am a Scorpio so African daisy is my lucky flower.
They look gorgeous in the bright sun.
They are orange in different shades with light yellow circles at the edge.
They will match perfectly with those purple carnations.
They are the reason why I can bear the 40 degree heat
And walk with a mind of easeness.
Me: What’s like to be a shadow?
Shadow: Sweet and fluid
Me: Can you only exist in darkness?
Shadow Yes, accompanied by dim light, a proper degree of loneliness.
Me: What is your favorite object across the whole universe?
The time I realized my shadow against the wall became impossibly long was midnight after I had the third cup of coffee. It stayed quiet like all the ordinary shadows for a while then as I expected, it started to talk. From its shape and movements, I know for sure it is not mine. Or at least, it is not from me of this world.
Shadow: How is your sugar?
Me: Sweet, why?
Shadow: Isn’t that new?
Me: Yes. I just got it this afternoon, only 1 dollar, it is on sale.
Shadow: Can I have some?
Me: Sure. Let me get the teaspoon.
Shadow: Actually, can I have a whole pack? I need on sale raw sugar. It does me extra good. Like apples for you.
The shadow started to extend its long arms, all the way through the wall and reached kitchen. It opened the cabinet with perfect familiarity and started to pour the sugar into its mouth.
People always say time is something that can pass you without even being noticed. So it must be something that either has an invisible shell or a pair of long legs just like you. So that it can run fast , run, run run out of sight before you put your eyes on.
But I think time does prefer to sit still sometimes. Its big legs could get sore. And it also likes to have a cup of coffee and a donut in the sun alone like Mr.Okada.