Kenny Pt II

Michi

♫ Mitski - First Love / Late Spring ♫

Japanese Wedding Attire

 Formal pre-wedding portraits for a wonderful couple

 

Kenny Pt I

Takako Minekawa - Cat House

We are who we are based on the choices we make. And those choices are the basic structure that we need to adapt to and live by. But nothing is without consequence. I revel in the hectic and manic world that is mine but I also feel the sacrifice that I make as I go along. Work can only take up a certain amount of your life and is best to keep it simple. The simplicity of regulating one's life is a chore and also a workout for the brain and the heart. I somehow seem to have lost total control of it.

To distract myself on this chaotic ride, start paying attention to other things - fingers of coolness running through my hair as we glide into the downhill slope, cutting into the still air, gravity taking hold of the chest's interiors and bringing them up to my throat with every loop. Drifting in, drifting out.

"It's one of those unpleasant opoid feverish half-sleep states, more a fugue-state than a sleep-state, less a floating than like being cast adrift on rough seas, tossed mightily in and out of this half-sleep where your mind's still working and you can ask yourself whether you're asleep even as you dream. And any dreams you do have seem ragged at the edges, gnawed on, incomplete."- David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest, 1996

October 2013

This bowl of noodles speaks of love. We were doing something at the restaurant, I can't recall why but it was on the day we were closed all day. It was early in the morning. This memory stuck out because Mom doesn't cook often, we usually associated Dad with all things kitchen, and it was a pleasant surprise seeing her bringing out the bowl and telling me to eat. She is more businesswoman than mother and this was a rare moment of warmth I'll hold on to.

Chewy and thick udon noodles in a simple dashi, adorned with inari and fishcake, a splash of bright green scallions. Something about this simple gesture made me smile inside and I remember staring at it for a long time before tucking in. She shows love in different ways, I know them, but wanted to take in and hold onto this for as long as I could. Mom, thank you.

Maudsley Park

♫ Martin Courtney - Northern Highway ♫

Photo above by Mike Lee