mjj (flemmings) wrote,
mjj
flemmings

The night smells of fallen leaves, but not the usual leaf smell. Something much longer ago and possibly not here at all- an open country smell, as of farms visited in childhood. I of course am zonked after a shift and a general meeting, which allows me to almost-remember the place where the leaves fall with that special smell. Exhaustion does much to erase any sense of Now, which is why I cultivate it.

Also while putting summer pants in store-drawer, find a page describing how to inset a tampon in Japanese. Why did I keep that? Why, because the other side of the page has 'you never know when they'll come in handy' thin vinyl fingercots- which the Japanese have because dear god you wouldn't want push a tampon in with your naked finger, surely? (Which is not quite as bats as it sounds. Walking about with a bloody finger in a public washroom would be embarrassing to some people, is why I used applicators back in the day. Plus- well, *I* wouldn't have wanted to insert a tampon with the kind of fingernails Japanese women cultivate. You could damage yourself severely
Tags: japan, rl
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