Sensory Showcase

目

Wisp, feathery clouds taint a bright blue sky with white stripes.

耳

Weirdly enough, no one is speaking. The pizzicato of the traditional Japanese music resonating from our speaker dominates the scene like a movie soundtrack. On its notes, we let our thoughts drift like the waves crashing on the beach in front of us.

耳

The gentle, cadenced sound of the waves breaking on the shoreline almost felt like a breath of the sea.

舌

Aromas color the air,

Spices dance vibrantly on the tongue,

Fireworks in the mouth

目

I stand beneath a canopy, sheltering myself from the rain. The raindrops splash relentlessly on the asphalt of the parking lot. Ripples of water spread across the dark surface reflecting the faint lights of the lampposts. Gli occhi si abbandonano a questo ipnotico gioco di luci…

耳

As the first note of a long-lost song hits my ears, I suddenly stop walking. Memories of days gone by flood my mind. All in a single moment encased in that first musical note. After a brief pause, I resume walking.

手

If only she was here

I could run my fingers through her hair

I could caress her face

I could hold her hand

I could tickle her hips

Now I can just look at her on my monitor

And stare at those lips I can’t wait to kiss

手

I woke up shivering. Did I catch a cold? Am I feverish? As I slowly slid my shaking hand to the window, the chilly glass met my fingertips. I pushed it open, and the sharp, cool morning air brushed against my naked chest. I didn’t catch a cold, nor was I feverish. The cold season was wrapping its gelid arms around my body, greeting me as an old friend returned after a year.

舌

Coffee’s bitter kiss,

Eyes defog, but the lips are scorched

Sleepiness leaves the body

目

The wind blows, rippling waves on the grass. In the bright blue sky, an eagle flies above the summit. The mountain’s guardian is watching over its realm.

目

Within a bushy green mantle,

Yellow and red spots

Stick out like matches in the night

But Nature runs its course,

Soon the matches will fall

鼻

My towel, once fresh and clean, is now imbued with the earthy aroma of the hot springs. The towel absorbed not just the moisture, but the very spirit of the Onsen. As I hold it, I can feel it emanating a dense scent of sulfur. It is like a unique souvenir, an amulet of serenity, a sensory memento of my Onsen experience… Ok, cut the crap. Let me wash this stinky cloth, its smell is infesting the whole dorm!

舌

He stares at that Nattō sushi like a boxer stares at his opponent. He throws it in his mouth and starts chewing it with an arrogant smirk on his face. The boxer has his opponent on the corner, or at least he thinks so. The smirk slowly turns into a grimace of disgust. The opponent's counters came unexpectedly. He spits what remains of the sushi on his plate. Lights out, the boxer lies on the canvas, defeated.

鼻

Sharp scent of burning

Stings the nostrils.

Choking air,

Dense smoke,

Cough echoes up the stairs.

But don’t worry,

No one’s dead,

It was just a burnt piece of bread