from Salaryman (A Certain Sorrow)
Adapted Haiga A certain sorrow cannot bear this suit. Bowing politely, it guides us home. It washes the body, revealing […]
Adapted Haiga A certain sorrow cannot bear this suit. Bowing politely, it guides us home. It washes the body, revealing […]
Adapted Haiga No George. No John. No Paul or Ringo. He crosses over accompanied only by his bag, his suit,
Adapted Haiga To arrange oneself, like the iris, upright but approaching repose, half-closed, prepared to emerge.
Adapted Haiga Umami or the taste of absence, a fading bell, like the fraying seam, anticipating the next tie or