The Pillow Book

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Anything coloured Indigo is splendid;

Indigo coloured flowers, Indigo thread, and especially indigo paper

I need writing. Don't ask why.

This is a book written a long time ago. It is called The Pillow Book

and written by a lady who has the same first name as you - Nagiko.

When you are twenty-eight years old this book will be

exactly a thousand years old.

When God made the first clay model of a human being,

He painted in the eyes... the lips... and the sex.

And then He painted in each person's name lest the person should ever forget it.

If God approved of His creation,

He brought the painted clay model into life by signing

His own name.

The smell of white paper is like the scent of skin of a new lover

who has just paid a surprise visit out of a rainy garden.

Go on. Use my body like the pages of a book. Of your book.

Warm rain falling from the mountainous clouds.

Walking slowly dressed in crimson thinking of Kyoto.

Kissed by a lover in the Matsuo Tiasha garden. Quiet water and loud water.

Love in the afternoon in imitation of history. Love before and love after

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