Seasons, senses & self:
In Which A Journey Includes A Walk With A Stranger I Met At A Party Who Kindly Accompanied Me Both To Show Me The Way And To Continue An Interesting Conversation
Talk-walk to station.
Short trip. Crisps, Private Eye. Bus.
Late night porridge. Sleep.
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Seasons, Senses & Self: a daily series
The lines above a faiku: like a haiku, it has 17 syllables in three lines (5/7/5), but no other features of traditional Japanese haiku, which focus on simple observation of some aspect of the season, such as a falling leaf. Oh, and they don’t have titles. As I struggle to say what I need to say in 17 syllables, I juxtaposed a 37-syllable title in the style of those long chapter headings you see in some novels from centuries ago. Describing the evening in 17 syllables made me choose a few salient elements from a journey I made, and think how to convey them very succinctly.