the clattering steps

i walked downtown tokyo in this pair of sandal.

i walked down a street in brooklyn in these, i walked into my favorite cafe in dallas in these, and i walked between my apartment and office in marfa in these.

i loved hearing the clattering noises that these make when i walk. the noise told me that i was walking, it told me that i existed, and it told me that it was fun to be there, wherever it was.

it was such a cheerful pair of sandals. i loved this pair, since it made me feel as if making a clatter with my surroundings.

now the thong is breaking, and the wooden sole is falling apart. so, it's going to be tossed. i'll get a new pair soon!

pink cosmos

i don't wear lip sticks much, though i wear lip gloss.
how lip sticks add strong color on my lips always makes me feel as if being shut up.

it's probably not true, but i feel like that i need to be matured or something.
so except for super special occasions, i wear lip gloss, which does not shut me up.

my mom gave me this lip sticks, which turned out to be super strong pink, and i kept it for a while this time.
i just liked the look of this lip stick, the space-age-looking design of this dior lip stick.

well, i still didn't use it even once. so i am sending this little spaceship to my friend, lorna.
hope this will make a little spark on her lips.

spider table

my friend gave this to me, when i moved to the duplex in fort worth, getting a job. i didn't have very much furniture, and she was nice to give me this little side table that she didn't need.

since i got it, i always wanted to change the color, but never did anything to it. i liked the legs, since it is so in wierd balance, and the legs give this table a look of a baby spider with malnutrition (maybe not to you, but to me...), or a look of a dead spider with legs curled up.

i haven't used it for a long long time, since i moved out from the duplex in fort worth, so it's time to let it go. i hope my friend, who is moving to marfa, will take it; it might go to thrift store if she doesn't.

imageries, dismissed

i made a lot of things when i was in school. most of completed "things" of those days had left me, finding home. this set of drawings didn't leave me. it felt right then, since i was very attached to these imageries.

i was talking with one of my friends last june, who was moving to new apartment from the place he lived for almost 10 yrs, and i thought of these drawings that day while we talked. we were specifically talking about the timing of throwing away old art projects and things.

although it's such a cliche, what we were talking that day hit me as a way to move on, emotinally. and that was actually the idea of starting this project of removing "things" from myself. letting things go, and makeing myself lighter.

so these guys will go to trash today.
i will be a bit lighter tomorrow.

broken steps

this is a pair of birkenstock i bought in fort worth more than three years ago.
this pair was falling apart, and not comfortable anymore, but i couldn't get rid of it: it's birkenstock!

even though the leather part was tearing apart, i was wearing these in my garden; it was such a great pair to wear in the garden.

my garden was not doing well this summer, and i don't even water them anymore. i gave it up when i was too busy taking care of myself. now i don't need to wear this falling-apart pair of birkenstock in my garden. so i decided to let these go. if something is not working out, i just have to learn that it's not working out. the life is all about acceptance.

next time when i buy birkenstock, i will buy a pair of shoes, not sandals, for walking around the streets.

a piece of life

i love haruki murakami's writing. some of his stories and writings make me feel that i still have a piece of "me," and i read those so many times.

this book, Underground, is the first murakami's writing that i read in english; a documentation of the sarin gas attack on the tokyo subway by aum shinrikyo in 1995.

i remember that i was waiting for my family at home alone, watching the tv news that day-- every family member was out, and i became scared after finding out one of the subway stations attacked with sarin gas was the one besides my fateher's company, also realizing my mother and sister must have taken subways since they were going for shopping in the city. i felt so by myself gazing at tv.
i remember the maddness that occupied all the tv channels that day; confusion, cry, people on the ground in the garden of hospitals, noises of the police cars, all that i saw on the tv.
luckily, my family members were all safe.

some years had passed, and murakami issued this book. somehow, i couldn't make myself read this murakami's writing in japanse. i tried a couple of times, but it was too "real" in my native languate. i couldn't read through. so when i happend to find this book in a bookstore in the u.s., i finally picked up and started to read. i loved what's in this book.

i didn't expect myself to get rid of this book from my bookshelf, but when erik, my friend from dallas, gave me a book he already read, this came to my mind as a good one for the exchange.

after all, it must be the best way to circulate the book i love; great books should reach out to more people somehow.

magic box 2

so, you have to go, too.

(it's at the marfa thrift, too.)