it was a rainy manhattan mid-day
with me in the midst of it
high heels avoiding pavement cracks
no umbrella to help

but there was something pleasant about it

i knew the trick
how to get warm a little bit
so i slightly passed over those grills
and the subway air started melting my chills

popping up my skirt

such an unexpected
marilyn momentum!

how flattering
for a shy girl like me...

my name in japanese

i'm reading left to right
i'm thinking black and white
identifying with
blinking

black manga eyes

can deeply recognize

that fear
that set of mind
and narrow sky above

in strange manga lives.

@while reading "solanin", this lazy sunday

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05/17/2010

i've just finished reading "solanin" (ソラニン in japanese) and what i really love about it are amazing drawings of the scenery and landscape by Inio Asano, with unbelievable photo touch.

what really engaged me though was the story itself, about average japanese young guys struggling to survive in "the adult world", with all pain and frustration it might involve. almost everyone can recognize their failures, their doubts and uncertainties, all those common things that all common people share.

it's just a "common people life" scenario: big dreams with no big success, craving for love, giving support, with something always being messed up. and it's ok, because a real life looks pretty much like that.

i don't understand a tragic moment which gives the story such a radical twist... is there any message behind? i'm glad that meiko &co got back on the track and i stick to it as my personal "guide line" to read it... between all those shades of gray, try to find your own way and enjoy it...