[Voice Post]
And so the eye of the storm passes, and Discedo once again shows her tumultuous nature, the storm preceded by a flurry of imaginary cherry blossoms.
I am reminded of the spring festivals I would perform at, winters bitter chill still lingering on the fresh breeze and the fruit-bearing trees in their glory of pink and white. I recall with great fondness the elaborate colours and costumes of performers and puppets.
From a distance, these trees induce such a nostalgia. Up close, however, they invoke a feeling of dread. There is something malicious about them.
That aside, turning the coffee table into a Kotatsu seems to have worked well. Two red hot charcoal bricks in a metal saucepan and strainer are handy as a make-shift heater for the small space and a sleeping bag served well as the futon.
This will be handy in the upcoming cold winter.
I am reminded of the spring festivals I would perform at, winters bitter chill still lingering on the fresh breeze and the fruit-bearing trees in their glory of pink and white. I recall with great fondness the elaborate colours and costumes of performers and puppets.
From a distance, these trees induce such a nostalgia. Up close, however, they invoke a feeling of dread. There is something malicious about them.
That aside, turning the coffee table into a Kotatsu seems to have worked well. Two red hot charcoal bricks in a metal saucepan and strainer are handy as a make-shift heater for the small space and a sleeping bag served well as the futon.
This will be handy in the upcoming cold winter.