#ballons

Taking a break from my job, I decided to dedicate my spare time to slowly archiving my notes on Tumblr, parasailing, and making pig-balloons—the work of a Renaissance man🧐.

Also, I decided: no more circling longing, I will give it a final shape, one I can leave behind.

Loving folklore since childhood, I chose to fulfill a long-time dream and create my own yokai. A yokai of longing. Writing its story in Japanese, I got lost in translation. It is hard to sail in the ocean of language when your vocabulary is a leaky bucket.

But being serious, longing can be a strange companion, defining how we move through the days. It gives oxygen to poems, yet it is risky in a heart already on fire. It keeps hope alive with ghosts, circling endlessly, hungry for one witness to make all the words meaningful.

So this yokai should take its shape; in naming it, I hope to control it. Of course, it is only hope. But in every story l've read about spirits, ghosts, or gods, I can tell one thing with certainty: they all simply want to be seen.