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kyoo no sentence


since you guys all speak japanese, no?

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communication design

fiets_yoshida.jpgon being left unnoticed or being noticed and left: parked bicycle on the corner, next to the telephone booth, in front of the hair dresser, across the street from the tobacco shop. climbed to the top of the mountain and had lunch with n-sensei. walked back down the mountain two and a half hours later and discovered that bicycle was left unlocked.

on not being noticed: to disappear in the conversation, as when trying the new word learned for the first time and it going unnoticed. because it was right! this is a joy. perennially the five year old, naiveté is chosen carefully. joy, joy…navy_ogichan.jpgon not noticing: he said he was in china in 1944. singapore, thailand. japanese navy. the sudden pang of fear i felt, wondered if he could see it through the soft milky blue of his old eyes. did not dare to ask what he was doing in china in 1944. singapore, thailand. japanese navy. he held out his hands to me. like dry, cracked landscapes. they were warmer than mine. fear and curiousity about what lies behind those milky eyes, fear and curiousity about what things my body has learned in such a short time. pangs.

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jitsu wa, dan dan kowaku natte kita.

asuka_hospitalwaiting.jpg this is from anyway, who, suffering from technical difficulty, had to wait [photo above from ‘daily fable‘, please see post a few below]. matte kudasai. yes, yes, everyday. it wasn’t until s-san with the beautiful xinjiang face asked, so… have you met anybody yet, that i felt the tremendous… waiting until the words come to me, alles wat ik niet kan zeggen, but now i write love letters to strangers everyday in banal places. make friends with the toy dispenser, make friends with the supermarket aisles, with the sound of my new bicycle’s squeaky brakes. our relationships change. the waiting room of the hospital i have not seen yet. oh, but i have seen the future… a private joke in het openbare ruimte. the text was already up in the drafts before you asked.

alles_wat1.jpg we’ll know each other better, i hope, even if you never receive my letters. 你吃了吗？

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