incessant meanderings
ew. what would happen if you bring together things that are rotting with things that are clean? a teenager's room perhaps? maybe a death or life. we could be talking about art. if art, it is subjective. just like beauty, or time, or state of mind (mental or normal?) even life. humans are escape artist, we always try to find a way out. out of what? anything! escape from our wives, our lives, ideas and beyond. our choice of escape is the complexity of our minds. but we only confuse ourselves. have we succeeded in getting ourselves out or are we just lost? another article between the rotting and the clean. ***
i am me. there is no cause to fight because we cannot be me together. there is only one. one man one soul, one land and in our hand is our future. we touch and feel one another and when we connect we get the feeling if only for that moment. one cannot sustain this ephemeral feeling because therein lies its beauty. once it's gone it's gone and what we're left with is this tender memory of belonging and sweet and sad empathic feeling nostalgia. what can one do but eat sweet and sour pork? juxtapose this Chinese dinner--our reality, to that almost Disneyland dream like quality. They'll never be the same but you'll cherish it just the same. ***
i am me. there is no cause to fight because we cannot be me together. there is only one. one man one soul, one land and in our hand is our future. we touch and feel one another and when we connect we get the feeling if only for that moment. one cannot sustain this ephemeral feeling because therein lies its beauty. once it's gone it's gone and what we're left with is this tender memory of belonging and sweet and sad empathic feeling nostalgia. what can one do but eat sweet and sour pork? juxtapose this Chinese dinner--our reality, to that almost Disneyland dream like quality. They'll never be the same but you'll cherish it just the same. ***