This is a portrait of the one girl used to treasure more than anything.
Her expression in the drawing is actually from a photograph I took some time back, of her crying right before she left me. She never knew that this photo was taken. I had no reason of even why I took a picture of her, or what possessed me to keep it. Immediately after I had taken it I had forgotten about it, up until right before my show when I found it digging through my things. So, I turned it into a drawing.
But when the princess awoke on the following morning she was astonished to see, instead of the frog, a handsome prince, gazing on her with the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen and standing at the head of her bed.
I took a photograph of you in the herbaceous border It broke the heart of men and flowers and girls and trees
I’ve had it with this life. It’s complete shit. No, it’s not. Course it is. It’s shit. No, it’s not. Course it is. But it’s the only one you’ve got. This life is the only one you’ve got.
Everybody’s youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.
You were a friend or maybe a twin I never really could decide
For I have friends who dwell by the coast— Pleasant friends they are to me! It is when I am with them I wonder most That anyone likes the Sea.
Why are they doing this? Why are they doing this? They said when you got here, the whole thing started. Who are you? What are you? Where did you come from? I think you’re the cause of all this. I think you’re evil! EVIL!
Fade into you Strange you never knew Fade into you I think it’s strange you never knew
When you came through the door I was sure you never even felt the floor
They were six beautiful children But the youngest was the prettiest of them all. Her skin was as clear and delicate as a rose-leaf, and her eyes as blue as the deepest sea. But, like all the others, she had no feet, and her body ended in a fish’s tail.
We met first in cafes, and later in ruins. My best friend and I are saying goodbye to Hiroshima.