Rock Garden

Another picture of what’s on the sill in my bedroom.  This would be the ultra-portable rock garden I’ve put together out of rocks and other items that I’ve accumulated.  I arranged them in a compact imitation of a zen garden, minus the sand, where the rocks are islands.  The tiles make a nice cool bay, recalling squares of ocean on a video game world map.

The central rock I picked up this summer on the beach where I woke up after a Third of July party.  The chunk of coal was dropped in my mailbox sometime last winter, no idea where it came from.  The reclining plastic crystal bear comes off the top of a rubber stamp that imparts the likeness of Rillakuma (a bear who brings the serene message of chilling the fuck out.  With pancakes.  And baths.)  A friend brought the offwhite rock  back from Masada  when he visited Israel.   We have a long standing international rock exchange.  The tiles I found when I was hiking on Mt. Rouko, overlooking Kobe.  They were scattered across a part of the trail and it reminded me of how Kobe was in scattered ruins barely over a decade ago.

I like looking at this garden.