Bass Cleff
A man sits utop his roof naked in the first hour of the sleeping night.
Man: Well, I guess it doesn’t get any better than this!
He begins to laugh and pulls out a cigarette from a pile of clothes sitting next to him. Fire. Light.
Man: Yup… It sure doesn’t get better than this.
This man was named Joseph Gutierrez. He fell off his roof and died, and all the kids pointed and laughed at him the next day. No one attended his funeral.
But he was happy.
There’s a perfect world out there, and everyone knows it. Immediately someone’s going to disagree with me. Someone will say, not Anthony, be realistic, this world is far from perfect. But my dear rival of opinion, that is why a perfect world exists out there.
So am I saying that a world of imperfection is a theatrical background for my perception of what a perfect world is? Yes. Flaws are inevitable; they’re necessary. The poor hate the rich, and the rich don’t understand the poor -two misconceptions that follow the line of considering less of one another. This is what Shades of Perfection is about. It’s about the idea that a world is perfect because it is made up of inestimably vast shades of perfection. You’re one of these shades. I’m one of these shades. Your so called enemies are part of this mosaic as well. We all represent something bigger than we know, and with that said, the world is thus perfectly flawed and a wonderful example of the complexity of love.
I miss the world I knew before, damn you. Feel free to feel about me as you will. I haven’t cared for a while now. Come on Melody, wake up!
Man: Well, I guess it doesn’t get any better than this!
He begins to laugh and pulls out a cigarette from a pile of clothes sitting next to him. Fire. Light.
Man: Yup… It sure doesn’t get better than this.
This man was named Joseph Gutierrez. He fell off his roof and died, and all the kids pointed and laughed at him the next day. No one attended his funeral.
But he was happy.
There’s a perfect world out there, and everyone knows it. Immediately someone’s going to disagree with me. Someone will say, not Anthony, be realistic, this world is far from perfect. But my dear rival of opinion, that is why a perfect world exists out there.
So am I saying that a world of imperfection is a theatrical background for my perception of what a perfect world is? Yes. Flaws are inevitable; they’re necessary. The poor hate the rich, and the rich don’t understand the poor -two misconceptions that follow the line of considering less of one another. This is what Shades of Perfection is about. It’s about the idea that a world is perfect because it is made up of inestimably vast shades of perfection. You’re one of these shades. I’m one of these shades. Your so called enemies are part of this mosaic as well. We all represent something bigger than we know, and with that said, the world is thus perfectly flawed and a wonderful example of the complexity of love.
I miss the world I knew before, damn you. Feel free to feel about me as you will. I haven’t cared for a while now. Come on Melody, wake up!