From Tokyo

Gentle tatami floor how are you so beautiful. Who weaved you with such carefulness? Do you know the woman that created you?

A man crafted a masterpiece like you. Are you sure?

Women create and men tear down. For me, a woman did both. But a man has only done the latter.

Running my fingers along your crafted pattern is calming. Did you inherit your calming nature from someone or is it unique to you?

I see. You’re special. Diamond amongst coal.

You’re not a person. Why am I talking to you. This city is full of people. The biggest metropolis in the world.

The skyscrapers disconnect me from others though. People here drag their feet along the concrete. They’re too tired from working to lift them off the ground.

Even the birds here don’t fly too much. Stuck to the ground like the people. How did the buildings get up here?

The inanimate objects have more life, more dreams than the living things. Why else would a building soar? Why else would a tatami mat be so beautiful?