my white room

i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.



senno riku once placed peonies in a vase 
made of bamboo, but it cracked and water 
began to drip. this vase later became one of
the national treasures of japan.

i have always thought that the highest level
of beauty is something like nature - untouched
truth, with everything it has, cracks and splashes.
'inaction', inability to change anything like the
perfect ikebana.

you are coming to it, looking at it and leaving.

в эти дни во всех городах ветрено. это самая лучшая погода
для прогулок. и я достала свой детский пояс для спины и он помог,
как не помогал тогда. как же долго я ко всему готовлюсь, совсем
не так, как другие.