Nagusami / 8

Make Your Own Space, the label promises.

Nagusami--in a box. That’s what I have in mind.

Ideal for Tokyoites, mothers, over-timers. A little origami something, smaller than a mobile phone. You put in on the ground, clap twice and bow—like visiting spirits at a Shinto shrine—and that paper would unfold, expand--but without taking up any room.

There’d be a soft whoosh of white noise – air conditioning? wings? and a door would appear and you could enter that space, a space where you were utterly allowed and could rest. Whatever you needed would be there – for example a pepperoni pizza, an herb garden or a rocket launcher. A bodyguard to protect your privacy – 6’8”, broad as an ox, hands like catcher’s mitts, black belt in everything, likes to snuggle, and at the same time unobtrusive.

Nagusami, nagusami, nagusami! Clap twice and bow.

Nagusami sounds to me like a name of god.