Tsukumo Cycles (Kalavinka) Meguro, Tokyo. photos a h

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the wind diaries, monday

do i miss the person i’m not? the maker of things. the non-dreamer? in a way, yes. the person i am finds it hard to separate object from object. everything is blurred by association and a whole bunch of other stuff. stuff that has nothing to do with function, obviously. i don’t know where things begin and end. my grandfather did. he made things, and drew outlines for his tools. things were contained. things had a place. one moved an object, used it to alter another object and put the first object back. the world was transformed, but it was always the same too. there was regularity and purpose. finishing and starting. growth, slowly. it’s a long bow but i think not having my head around this is why i can’t concentrate on times and speed as much as i should if i wanted to get better. i’m not worried about that. not anymore. i accept that i am an inbetweener, that i occupy the bit where things are not put away yet. still, it makes it hard to feel comfortable in a way. i need to work on this. feeling comfortable being inbetween. i will start. in the middle. or not, start. that might be the best way to not move forward.