Tokyo university of the Arts, Toride-shi, Ibaragi, Oct, 2008
The terrace I found by chance
Is between high walls
And looks a bit like a room
Where trees and the sky
Appear before my eyes.
In borrowed light
Under a borrowed umbrella feels like a solitary space,
And I imagine a house each time I stamp the image of a house.
The view is cut out;
The sky and the trees are part of the room,
And then become a shed skin, pure white.
The scenery and time pass through me.
A location no one knows
Becomes my room in the moment
And, in a process like Kafka's castle,
I draw a landscape leading to no destination.
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