daily, one can compare the pros, cons and similarities of life in the US and Japan. In terms of food, people usually complain that US portions are grossly plentiful and that Japanese dishes are more suitable for the palate; that, in time, Americans in Japan get used to bite-sized portions at often obscene prices.
as for me, i’d rather a super-sized value meal from an American McDonalds any day. of course, American super-sized value meals could feed six four year olds in a developing nation, but, ever so conscious of being thin” i need as many calories as i can stomach.
in a diet frenzy world i’m in pursuit of acquiring not losing pounds. there’s the sexy South Beach Diet
mama and papa visit me in dreams and we talk about the things we never discuss in life, and, for some unknown reason i wonder why i hide and try to suppress the fact that i will die.
in my new room my dreams are crystal clear but i have no fear of spirits that loiter near my soul. sometimes in visions i see myself in bed in a room all white, safe and sound, mama at my side. i never recall what we say but often i run away. i run with all my might but mama is constant at my side.
in other dreams papa and i talk man to man but it makes me cry when i hear the song by elton john about the things unsaid between fathers and sons.
one day, papa said: now i know why animals eat their young.” it made me think of the painting by goya–grotesque in its depiction–of saturn eating his children. parents and children and dreams gone wrong. a wounded beast i live in exile.
alive today for which i give thanks. so far from mama and papa but i am a man. when night falls and dreams and spirits come i pray my heart will continue to beat till morning’s sun.
sometimes my heart beats faint and i cannot find my pulse. then a feeling comes over me like i will drown. i reach for air and open my lungs