No. 151: Taking Shirataki for a Walk

In a spot bathed in afternoon sunlight, I play with my shirataki. It’s that drowsy time just past noon. A luxurious moment all to myself, undisturbed by anyone. I picked up a smooth, white strand.. It’s soft, slightly cool, and somehow ticklish. I try changing its shape and lining them up. It feels like a grown-up’s game of make-believe. Just being myself. That alone makes for a luxurious afternoon. The mysterious texture of the shirataki makes my heart feel light and airy. Why don’t we take a little break from being adults today?