Series 4: That Night, His Bodily Fluids Sprayed All Over Me

2006/2/10 15:03:56

IV

"Obstruction

comes not from height

but from having seen the height

The city collapses where it was built

The city-like void shakes everything

including the city and

all city-like tastes

The sky of the city

forever damp

The city's fluids are erupting

Passion is always the city

The colorful city is sentimental

Tears painted all over the eyes

There are no people in the city

There is only having and not having

Having and not having are two sides of nonsense

Nonsense is the other side of nonsense

The city is often moved by itself"

The slip of paper floated up gently, swaying, drifting down. This five-star hotel with the mysterious name—the pillow, still soft. Outside the window, the rainy, sweltering newly risen metropolis of the south clamored like language.

The telephone rang. The electromagnetic waves brought an unfamiliar voice:

"You're here? Busy right now. See you tonight—let's have dinner!"

The city, facing the sea. Wind, blowing past the window, carrying only the city's clamor, stifling and humid.

(To be continued)