A blog is not a page torn from your diary, A figment of your imagination, The sum of your experiences, Or a digital confessional. Is is not a travel log, a poetry book, or a video channel. It is more than that: It is whatever you want to make it. It is a conversation about … Continue reading Between You and Me
So what if instead of a post there is mostly silence? A photograph and silence, and just a few words only, to go with them. A few days ago I spoon-fed my grandfather soup with a teaspoon. It was a wonderful experience. And I hope that perhaps one day my grandson will spoon-fed me as … Continue reading Written In Passing
“If our life did not fade and vanish like the dews of Adashino’s graves or the drifting smoke from Toribe’s burning grounds, but lingered on for ever, how little the world would move us. It is the ephemeral nature of things that makes them wonderful.” For two days now my grandfather, mother’s father, has been … Continue reading What Happened to Grandfather
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