Kitchenbox

Last week I captured a huge moth in a baby food jar in order to inspect it a little (it was a Mellilla Xanthometata - Orange Wing Moth) but then I forgot about it and the jar stood on the kitchen sill with its captive still inside. This morning I remembered the poor bastard and released it back into the wild. What was it thinking as it tasted fresh air and stretched its satin wings? What stories will it tell its moth friends of its days in captivity? Will it eventually come back to me because of Stockholm Syndrome? Terrifying thought: perhaps it allowed me to capture it and it used its jar-time to spy on ME and now it has reported to the mot

SUKI: Subtle Elegance The attraction of the unusual or idiosyncratic. The primitive mask, a mysterious object, an obscure agricultural tool. Suki is the fascination exerted by the unknown and unfamiliar. WABI: Tranquil Simplicity The intrinsic quality of colors and materials, forms and textures. Plain clay pots, woven baskets, shell pendant. Wabi is the spirit of poverty, appreciation of the commonplace. The fine line which precariously separates beauty from shabbiness. SABI: Patina of Age The enhancement of the ravages of time. The castle ruin, the armless statue. Sabi is when age, wear and tear, bring something to the very threshold of

do i love my job, you ask? cleaning up after other people's shit may seem an odd choice (brave, you wanted to say?) for work, so let me assure you: working at night, at your own leasure, without supervision, alongside your best friend leaves you with countless reasons and opportunities to milk the clock til its nipples are sore. that is nice, considering what janitors get PAID! jep, it's true: i am a rich janitor. the think-tank created by my friend and i is also something to marvel at. just last week it was time for yet another installment of "shannon believes in aliens? what a freak!" vs "kadri: fascist dictator. staple her mouth shut." ra