Wednesday, April 26th, 2006
A piece of Hiroaki Sato’s translation of Masayo Koike’s The Most Sensual Room from How2
From the open window I hear the sounds of the neighbor’s house. Why aren’t you finishing your homework? The noise of plates. Would you come here and help me a bit? The noise of plates. What did you do with that? The noise of a washing machine. The soft ringing of a telephone. Hello, hello? Hello, hello? The beep signaling that the washing machine finished its work. We don’t know the faces of our neighbors. Nonetheless, they come in. Like a flood. Our neighbors’ daily routines, into this vacant room.
Thanks to Daniel Green for the opportunity to find this.