IN THE KITCHEN
“The place I like best in this world is the kitchen. No matter where it is, no matter what kind, if it’s a kitchen, if it’s a place where they make food if it’s fine with me. Ideally it shoud be well broken in. Lots of tea towels, dry and inmaculate.White tile catching the light (ting ting).
I love even incredibly dirty kitchens to distractions -vegetable droppings all over the floor and it is so dirty your slippers turn black on the bottom. Strangely, it’s better if this kind of kitchen is large, I lean up againts the silver door of a towering, giant refridgerator stocked with enough food to get through a winter. When I rise my eyes from the oil-spttered gas burner and the rusty kitchen knife, outside the window stars are glittering, lonely.
Now only the kitchen and I are left. It's just a litle nicer than thinking than being all alone.
When I’m dead worn out, in a reverie, I often think that when it comes time to die, I want to breathe my last in a kitchen”.
Kitchen, Banana Yoshimoto