WELCOME, 181ml.
WRITING PORTFOLIO
the postwar nation is falling to the ground in its exhaustion.
when the western world finds itself wide-eyed upon japanese automobiles, technology replacing the jobs of handymen and birth rates declining; comes the picturesque medium of the “middle class family”. sony playstations flooding the market, feeding the insatiable appetite of capitalism as children attach themselves to television screens and vcr cables, tangled. when indulgence congregates with greed, entering a new decade determined by commerce. the homemaker is restless and her husband, a salaryman just got cut after a loyal bargain of seventeen years.
all business and burden, obligation, where dreams never lived past the night with a high school sweetheart.
he’s five when news anchors stutter over their horrors, the tokyo subway attack. a child untouchable on the dense, ever-slowing inhabitants of kanoya. stricken with paranoia, his mother hasn’t taken the train since seven months after the incident.
a street to call a neighborhood, where granny’s lost cat makes its appearance on posters for street lamps. he is born from nothing. thankfully, his name is an indicator of some families having children, adding to the populace as analytics in an almanac begin to tally up. it’s a good thing, the only good thing for 1990, when the world seemed to be obsolete in its ruins.
