Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Tatami Fern
I am in the process of killing another plant, a fern this time. The woman I bought it from said that I could put it the shower and let it enjoy some pretend rain. So I did, and then my entire apartment smelled like wet fern. I became confused, though, when I realized that the smell was making me feel rather disconnected, like I was in the wrong place, the wrong apartment.
And then I realized... the wet fern smelled like tatami mats, and my apartment here only has wooden floors. I was in the wrong apartment, as far as my nose was concerned.
I do enjoy my central heat and hot water, but I miss Japan, too.
I am in the process of killing another plant, a fern this time. The woman I bought it from said that I could put it the shower and let it enjoy some pretend rain. So I did, and then my entire apartment smelled like wet fern. I became confused, though, when I realized that the smell was making me feel rather disconnected, like I was in the wrong place, the wrong apartment.
And then I realized... the wet fern smelled like tatami mats, and my apartment here only has wooden floors. I was in the wrong apartment, as far as my nose was concerned.
I do enjoy my central heat and hot water, but I miss Japan, too.
