: workers lay black pebbles and stone; deliver it with a purple dump-truck, lay it with an orange distributor-truck, smooth it with yellow rollers, and patch it with a turquoise shovel-truck; an older woman in a kitchen’s apron clears the excess with a metal shovel; rinse, wash, repeat; lunch in the park near the red bridge; the subtle differences are wrinkles; two boys circle the pond with a skyblue net and a PET bottle; the silver blanket protects us from the Perseids like it did with the eclipse; two earthquakes in two days; the woman, the “girl-next-door”, the one in possession of illegal amphetamines and was on the run is always on TV, the same interview from earlier this month; Duffy: RockFerry; yoga is evidence that I have no connection to my body; A.-chan gives me a ride home; comes in to see the cat; we watch her emasculate the akai teru teru bouzu; “It is dangerous to go to the ocean during Obon. It is said spirits reside their and pull the living in.” Do people go to the ocean anyway? “Yes, but if I have friends who go to the ocean during Obon I warn them. I know people who have died in the ocean during Obon.”; the floor littered with red thread, bits of branch and pussy-willow.
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