Things that Arouse a Fond Memory of the Past
Dried hollyhock. The objects used during the Display of Dolls. To find a piece of deep violet or grape-colored material that has been pressed between the pages of a notebook.
It is a rainy day and one is feeling bored. To pass the time, one starts looking through some papers. And then one comes across the letters of a man one used to love.
Last year's paper fan. A night with a clear moon.
I like the brief anecdote in the middle of the list. It creates a feeling of spontaneity, provides room for the pleasures of story, and varies the tone.
My fumbling imitation:
Things that Tilt
The Empire State Building in a snapshot. Rain. All the strokes of the letter W, upper or lower case. The fingers of a Bharata Natyam dancer.
To watch something tilt is not to be a part of it. The airplane takes off and I am pressed against my seat, towards the earth. I want to fly, which is why I bought the ticket, but my body obeys an opposite force. Leveling in the air, like on the ground, permits the attendants to wheel out the food trolleys. This is necessary but not interesting.
Earthquakes. Turning forty.