Gaze no more in the bitter glass.
Tomory Dodge (American, b. 1974), Houses with Tree, 2002. Oil on canvas, 26 3/4 x 35 7/8 in.
like paper, 2, 3
1-10-3 Otsuka, Bunkyo-ku, Tokyo (*), 7 August 2014
Many empty/abandoned houses in Tokyo — two across from me out in Oyamadai, and here. People die or enter care, and elsewhere-sons-and-daughters do nothing with the asset. During today’s walk — 散歩 — I noticed what appeared to be a real estate guy, taking notes of an under-maintained (empty? soon to be empty?) house. Presume a lot of that is going on, has always gone on.
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.