Nothing extra.
Nothing personal.
Place and time not listed.
You can search in endless wanderings for something
that I once found on a postcard.
It’s easier not to think, not to wait, not to hope.
It’s easier to go and buy different fish.
Boil the rice, cut the fish into thin slices,
And fall into pleasure, not into torture.
Everything else is unimportant and petty.
Everything else is in the past and future.
There is only a moment, a flash, an epiphany.
There are only nigiri, without room for mistakes...

Canvas. Oil.
40x70 May 2024