"Vashti is unlike anyone I've met! She is smart & is so knowledgeable on things that I haven't even begun to think about! She is curious, kind, friendly, & colorful; Both in mind & appearance! She loves and appreciates the small things in life & isn't afraid to try new things." -How my friend would describe me to a stranger.

"A woman who could bend to grief, / But would not bow to shame."
From "Vashti" by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

JSS Just Survive Somehow

This page is broken on purpose. I no longer feel the need to explain myself. My only goal is to exist in the open.

Please be here.

“蔵焼けて 障るものなき 月見哉 (Since my house burned down I now own a better view of the rising moon)”

“How can we forget those ancient myths... The myths about the dragons who at the last moment turn into princesses? Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses, only waiting for the day when they will see us handsome and brave? Perhaps everything terrifying is deep down a helpless thing that needs our help.”

“Writing down your thoughts is both necessary and harmful. It leads to eccentricity, narcissism, preserves what should be let go. On the other hand, these notes intensify the inner life, which, left unexpressed, slips through your fingers. If only I could find a better kind of journal, humbler, one that would preserve the same thoughts, the same flesh of life, which is worth saving. Moreover the writer invents himself [or herself] as a character in this form. He shapes himself from the shards of the everyday, from the truth of that daily life. Which is also a truth not to be scorned.”

Do not doubt: Yes you can; Yes you can.