Today I had lunch with the Shin Otoko and seven former God-Men. Together with other guests, all men, we sat on traditional tatamis around a long, rectangular shaped table. Conversation was lively, beer and sake flowed freely. Mr. Tomoyoshi though was quiet, in fact I can’t recall him saying one single word. The specter of events, to unfold in the coming days, was obviously weighing him down.
The food, as always, was exquisite, every dish a feast, not only for the palate but for the eyes as well.
And I?
In the presence of so much divinity I could only indulge in gluttony.
I am mortal after all.
Not Here Anymore Not Quite There Yet.
© Hans Kemp, 2008
