When there is nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire
I thought I’d further entice you with toys.
Namely, this one, the Daruma.
I first experienced this foreboding, eyeless, paper mache, scrap of a thing when I lived in Japan. Upon first seeing it I was entirely put off.
It’s not conventionally cute, or useful. In full, it’s simply an etheral, body-less amulet that I would be frightened to chance upon at night.
But there darumas where everywhere, and, although they looked so very Japanese, I surmised that there had to be something more to them. There was, and I am ever so glad I asked!
wip78 6:18 pm on January 8, 2012 Permalink
I can’t wait to read your novel. You write so wonderfully:)