A Relationship Graphed by Japanese Art
Most of my memories are mathematical.
Even when I remember smells and sights, it is the maths that triggers them.
For example, every time I look at a print by Hokusai I can smell the hair of a former girlfriend.
It’s the mountain. 36 views of Fuji. Red Fuji. 100 views of Fuji. Rendered by Hokusai Fujiyama is the most mathematical of manga mountains, the perfect graph of our relationship. Exponentially it rises up from nothing, dances up there in the clouds for a brief period, then inevitably drops you suddenly, until it finally brings you right back to the bottom, albeit gently in the end.
It was an imperfect 6 months we spent together, but even for the short high period I was always behind her.
Behind her on the street as she marched to coffee shops I didn’t know we were going to, behind her in the department store as she raced to the changing rooms with a skirt that was always too small, behind her as she stepped onto the train for home without me, behind her at an ATM - for she always had more money than I, and behind her in the galleries and museums, especially when Hokusai and the masters of Japanese printing came to town.
Behind her, smelling the tangerine scent from her hair whilst staring at our graph over her shoulder.
And of course the graph is always there. Whether surfing on a great wave, or working on a tea plantation, or crossing a river, or measuring a pine tree (one of my favorite past-times), there she is, with me. Her and I, graphed for eternity. Always there, over somebody’s shoulder, or in the distance, and I’m left smelling Tangerine Tickle.
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