“ I think that is supposed to be good, that I get less from him but I feel worthless. ”
I never realizedtill nowhow hard the brain has to workto make the body do what it asks.Or maybe how hard the body has to workto ignorethe brain.
~ Thalia Chaltas
Yaicha is named after a songby some group from the last century called thePousette-Dart Band.Something about a girl, a candle in the falling rain shining amidst the pain.I kind of surprise myselfwhen I can picture Yaicha as that candle.My father named Yaicha after the haunting melody.I wonder if he ever listenedto the lyrics.
Or maybe I am justoutside enough,being the footstool observing from the corner,that I have a view of reality.
Not scared.But excited in thatjiggering-on-too-much-hot-saucekind of waythat it's time tostep outof my old framework,raw and amorphous,to become something I've never thought of before.
