pfrsch: Introducing Die Pfrscher's Feuilleton section.
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After spending too much time reading the Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung, I was driven to design my own Feuilleton story (that cool term is for the section of a newspaper where all the soft news go).
I referred to some German newspapers for art direction, but I don’t think I have the best…
A love letter/love postcard to all the speedy strays out there…
To the tortoiseshell cat who followed me for such a great distance as I was walking towards my car in the deserted parking lot,
Did my casual rubbing create a bond so tight, enough for you to accelerate towards me at such a speed that could rival my own running? Did you crave for more scratches below your chin, or did you sense that I could be a Provider (of food, not affection)?
I am sorry, but I could not allow you to follow me back — or cross the road, for that matter — at 2am, vehicles ignore the presence of strays on the tarmac, especially you, dusty and small.
I had to loose you, turning your body away from me as I make a dash, running to escape your vision, tiptoeing almost, landing softly so I could make a discreet exit.
Unfortunately, you followed me with senses so sharp, as if I were a prey you needed to kill. Except, every time I stopped, you would stop too, brushing yourself against me again, looking at me, meowing sweetly (not hysterical clawing). I had to repeatedly ask you to stop. Two lonesome beings talking to each other in a language incomprehensible to the other. But how would I know you were even lonesome?
You still wouldn’t leave me alone.
In the end, I darted away, like a sprinter, hoping you would keep to your perimeter, hoping I won’t hear any terrible sounds of animal and machine colliding. I turned back to see you prancing towards me, crossing a road where a car was dangerously approaching, but you knew better than to risk your life for me, a 5 minute affair.
You hid below another car, watching me watching you, and then disappeared, to my relief. Another quiet night ahead…
Monkeylove, 2005. By Royston Tan.
Description from Royston’s blog:
Hiroaki Muragishi passed away in a swimming mishap in a river in the Kouchi prefecture on 13 August 2006.
He was the actor in “Monkey Love”. In this short, he was a sad orange simian on a quest to recover his heart, which had been stolen. We never did find out if he accomplished his mission, as his determined little figure vanished into the vastness of winter. All we know is he has a clue in the form of a lighter. “Just remember,” the mountain told him. We have a lighter now, too. Its flame flickers on the screen of our minds and in the darkness of theaters where tired souls have always flocked to seek succor, a yellow bauble of warmth against an endless requiem of white.
