Hiromi Nakajima

​Image: © Hiromi Nakajima

"Well, I really don’t know how to tell you ... That I was once young and listened to thunder now I just want to be safe, stay at home hoping the roof won’t crash down on me. In bed sniffing the steamy warmth of my blanket with the TV on, but I don't understand the sounds and the colours look foggy.

​I wonder about me, myself walking in the rain late at night. Me, myself floating slightly up from the ground, always feeling I've been manipulated by something or someone.

​Swimming, blackwaters, spotlight, moonlight on buzzy seabirds, now it's dark they flew into the horizon. I know that what I’m wearing is stained but I’m in this armour and ascending with it all."

​Hiromi Nakajima - Short Notes available to buy in the bookstore.