this is your life [2008.05.14]

You work your way on top of the shard of broken pottery sitting in your little plastic basin and look up at the children hunched over, staring at you.  They are excited, but eventually they lose interest or else are hustled along by one of their teachers.  You try to climb up the plastic, only to slide right back down the side.

You stop and listen: you hear no scraping from the basin next to you.  In fact, there probably isn't even a basin there anymore.  Only you.

They put you in the metal trough sink sometimes and wash the brown water out of your tub, cleaning it and putting fresh water in.  The little ones throw you your food and squeal in delight as you eat it down.

Every Wednesday, I look down at you as you look up at me, trying in vain to scale the plastic sides of your tub, thumping when you inevitably hit the bottom after losing your grip.  You might as well be Sisyphus, except you tricked no one to be here; you are simply slow and interesting to children.

You are Biggest Sad Turtle, and this is your life.  You are Biggest Sad Turtle, and you are possible the only thing that is sad in all of Oshima Kindergarten.

But you are very very sad.

in the future, deserve's still got nothing to do with it,

-greg.