berlin wildflowers 01
here are some pieces of the berlin wild i collected yesterday, on a late afternoon walk along the canal - during which, lost in my own whimsical fantasy, i almost lost my keys (thank you, dog-walking stranger, for chasing after me). and they remind me of the flower poems i made in rural japan, when i hardly saw a single other person except the friend who i stayed with, and occupied myself by talking to myself, soaking in long hours of tatami mat solitude — and passing the days by the rice paddies and sakura trees — and how i was so very, very happy. am i meant to live a life like that - as a countryside recluse? sometimes i get confused.