Drops
This piece is based on some of my personal experiences as a kid growing up in Japan. The month of June in Japan brings along “Tuyu” or the rainy season that lasts for about two months and seems to sink everything under a thick mantle of lethargy and humidity.
Not allowed to play outside, I would sit by the window and stare at the patterns formed by the drops of water on the soil while lulled to sleep by the repetitive sound of the rain.
In a state of semi-consciousness, the ever-changing patterns left by the water on the ground would start taking shape and becoming tangible creatures, reflections of my fears and fantasies. Governed by the pace of water and the volatile humidity, these creatures would cast their existence in my yet excitable imagination but cease to exist once the rain stopped.