seventeen // [video]
[At first, the image is blurry. Then, you - yes, you - are greeted to the sight of a twitchy nose and half a cheek of a linefacing rabbit, before its scooped up rather abruptly and placed on a blanket spread.
Then, a happy(ish) face greets the screen.] Morning! [It’s late in the afternoon, but maybe she was just sleeping all day. Who knows.]
When I was a child, I keep getting lost in my hometown’s shopping district. My parents got one of those child leash things but I could turn my wrist and slip out of it, so eventually my mother just gave me a ball of string to use. [Saki’s voice changes a little - it’s still odd, thinking about her parents now.] I was just a kid and had no idea what she meant by it so I tied one end around the fencing that separated the ravine from my backyard and would roll the ball of string down the street and chase it as it unraveled.
It was a pretty fun game until the day a truck drove over the ball of string while I was chasing it. [Saki tilts her head a little, in thought.] I knew that day that love was dead.
Anyway, [she waves a hand,] the moral of this story is: trucks are the real enemy. They hate you, and they hate every ball of string you love.
[There ends the video.]
Then, a happy(ish) face greets the screen.] Morning! [It’s late in the afternoon, but maybe she was just sleeping all day. Who knows.]
When I was a child, I keep getting lost in my hometown’s shopping district. My parents got one of those child leash things but I could turn my wrist and slip out of it, so eventually my mother just gave me a ball of string to use. [Saki’s voice changes a little - it’s still odd, thinking about her parents now.] I was just a kid and had no idea what she meant by it so I tied one end around the fencing that separated the ravine from my backyard and would roll the ball of string down the street and chase it as it unraveled.
It was a pretty fun game until the day a truck drove over the ball of string while I was chasing it. [Saki tilts her head a little, in thought.] I knew that day that love was dead.
Anyway, [she waves a hand,] the moral of this story is: trucks are the real enemy. They hate you, and they hate every ball of string you love.
[There ends the video.]