Tiny friend a poem by Banana Yoshimoto
It wouldn’t suit me if it were even a smidgen bigger. And if it were even a little smaller, it would double as an ornament. We all find ourselves alone from time to time – in a party, in a car, in a restaurant, or walking down the street. We may not know why we are alone, or even why we are here. In times like this, this bag will stay close beside you like a puppy, like a parrot perching on your shoulder, or like the doll you were never without in your childhood. Yes, it stays with you just like a best friend.