I woke up in small hours and suddenly had this flash.
I am a Japanese woman crying my heart out over a body of a guy on the floor and kissing his face.
I was enourmously sad and more so, because he wouldn't let me do it when he was alive! He was a Samurai, you see - noble, honorable, righteous - but also aloof, reserved, taciturn, and all that Bushido!
So I am sad, very, but also angry: "Is THIS what I was waiting for???" I am finally free to express my feelings - when he is dead, and precisely BECAUSE he is dead! MEN!!!
The feeling? A centuries-old grief.












2007-11-23 @ 12:30