January crow
Life is short and uncontrollable. January of this new year is already gone remorselessly and only elleven months remain. What have I done the past month? I'm apalled by the fact that I don't remember much. As if I was asleep.If I was really asleep, I would have been in a much better shape with cured mind and body. Or better yet if I was younger I could have kept sleeping and wait for a prince of neighboring countries to come. But it's too late.
@A person who refuses to grow up will be condermned by society. I too will be punished accordingly because I'm too old for a dreaming girl. But I keep my "time" in my photography being unable to abondon the love for those moments.
One day in January I took a photo of a dead crow. The crow seemed defenceless and as if he was asleep, without any visible wound. Felt evil I quickly took many photos of living kittens. Then I headed for the station and saw some homeless people. Their eyes seemed to be filled with artfully intent. I thought my mind which is hating them is infinitely poor and vulgar. While waiting at a bank's lobby I saw some magazine pictures of piles of dead bodies killed in the war in Bosnia. When I got home I saw a newspaper reporting the testing of nuclear explosion by the French government. Then evening came and I took a bath with my children laughing.
Noriko KAWAMURA (February 10, 1996)
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