something came over me just now, as i finished writing holiday cards to ppl in japan. my grandmother is in a private hospital, blowing all her decades of savings in the high-income ward where she was placed when she collapsed from diabetes complications. she cycles in an out of good health according to my mother, who flies back and forth between DC and nagoya in the final months of her 30-year employment at the world bank. my mom bikes back and forth from the hospital to the little wooden row-house (長屋) that survived air-raids during WWII, virtually untouched since that time.
back and forth
in and out
up and down
how to break free of this incessant cycle of death and rebirth?
only through struggle...
back and forth
in and out
up and down
how to break free of this incessant cycle of death and rebirth?
only through struggle...
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