January 1st, 2008


Fire flowers

Wow, is it really 2008 already? You know, by the end of this decade I really believe we could put a man on the moon. At the very least a child.

Or how about this pink-eyed Berlin lab rat, born in the year of the rat, waving fire flowers on the balcony of his Japanese neighbours Yoshito and Naoko, welcoming Shizu and David from Tokyo, watching bear and tanuki films up on the wall as the countdown runs?

Good, let him kiss his girlfriend (she made the pink patch specially) then strap him to the bottle rocket. Where is the moon? I think it's somewhere there. Or is that Tokyo? Same colour of light. Touch fire to the blue paper, cover ears, stand well clear. Even if we miss the moon, we're sure to hit 2008.