lost

Where is it? I put it right here. I saw it yesterday. Did someone take it? Did someone enter my room? No. I don’t think so. I’ve been home. For days. I never go out. No wonder I can’t sleep at night. I should go out and walk. It’s nice out today. What day is it today? Agh, I can’t remember. Never mind. Anyway … … Continue reading lost

i’m most scared of…

What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it? I’m scared of getting old, and it wouldn’t take much to get there. I just have to do nothing. 「老いは外から言われること。他人との比較でしか生まれない」と養老孟司さんはおっしゃっていたけれど、全くその通りだと思う。昔は、歳なんてみんな取るんだからと開き直っていたが、今、周りを見て、恐怖しかない。物事や状況を把握、管理できなくなること。筋力の低下。迷惑かけたくないと望んでいても、そうしてしまっていることにさえ気がつかなくなる。ただただ、怖い。 Continue reading i’m most scared of…

tempus fugit

  She leans in to scrutinize the stranger. The blotchy haggard face with narrowed eyes, scraggly salt-and-pepper hair barely covering the dry scalp, and skeletal contour. I hope I won’t look like that when I get old, she touches the hollow cheek in the mirror with her wrinkled hand.   For Three Line Tales, Week 224. photo by Nick Fewings via Unsplash Continue reading tempus fugit

stuck

  She hears a muffled hum. A fly? A bee? Trapped somewhere in the room? She looks around, trying to locate the source of the murmur in her bleary vision. The sound intensifies, reverberating throughout the room. She grabs the arms of the chair, bracing to get up. After several failed attempts to stand on her feet, she plunks herself back down. The incessant noise … Continue reading stuck