June 2010
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Crashingly Beautiful: Japan →
Japan
Today, I pass the time reading a favorite haiku, saying the words over and over. It feels like eating the same small, perfect grape again and again. I walk through the house reciting it and leave its letters falling through the air of every room. I stand by the big silence of the piano and say it. I say it in front of the painting of the sea. I tap out its rhythm on an empty shelf. I...
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Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible.
God and the Devil are fighting there,...
– Dostoevsky
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