5 steps ahead, there is a man walking with a book in his hand. In a windy winter day. 5 steps behind him, i walk along a dark narrow street. I stare at his back, walk and walk quietly. I hear his shoes sound. 'Sat'. 'Sat'. I hear my shoes go. 'Kot'. 'Kot'. Our shoes go together Sat kot sat kot sat kot. Cold wind blows my cheek. sat sat kot kot. I raise my shoulders with fists in my pocket. I cant feel my nose anymore. Sat sat, kot kot. Still the man walks before me. The wind blows his scurf. I watch it flows up and down, up and down. Sat kot sat kot. The book in his hand looks heavy and cold. Like a dull piece of brick. SatkotSatkot. we still walk and walk. then i stop. Kot. Did i flash my toilet?
I hate writing, i hate writing in English even more.
9600 Km
blog by Sarah Ingerson and Shoko Komori
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Peppercorn (Sarah)
If you are anything like me, you have always been mystified as to where peppercorns come from. For years I thought (as many ignorant people still do think) that pepper originated in some sort of plant form.
WRONG.
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(SHOKO)
( I didnt get a chance to draw anything at work. Havent got enough energy to do more than one image, maybe in next turn... hump hump. )
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Black Ice (Shoko)
look, young handsome kubin
Black ice is coming to get you aaaaaaghhhhhhh
-Shoko
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( Sarah )
(virtual high five on both counts)
This curious fellow shown below was Kubin's first pet/confidant. They shared long sunny afternoons on the floor behind the couch in his father's musty library, Alfred describing in detail the grotesqueries of his inner world to this stuffed, eye-less seagull.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
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