Now vicariously, I have her in me. I want to peel off my skin, let the water rush in.
Art makes me nauseous. Someone realizes the infinite beauty that fills this world, the complexity of the human mind, or the indescribable passion that comes with certain primal acts, and being the didactic, arrogant human being he is, decides he needs to capture it, create it, own it.
No one will ever be able to render the feeling of standing at the peak of a mountain overlooking the entire Sierra Nevada range, or of rolling around on a wet beach at 3 a.m., sand salt sweat covering your stomach, your lips; but they can destroy those things while collecting whatever mediums they choose to use in their attempt. They can cleanse the world of anything that isn't artificial, leaving them to be the fairest of them all and proving their need to control everything that exists within their reality.
When I'm old I'm going to run naked through the woods and hold evil industrialists hostage and never use grammar.
No one will ever be able to render the feeling of standing at the peak of a mountain overlooking the entire Sierra Nevada range, or of rolling around on a wet beach at 3 a.m., sand salt sweat covering your stomach, your lips; but they can destroy those things while collecting whatever mediums they choose to use in their attempt. They can cleanse the world of anything that isn't artificial, leaving them to be the fairest of them all and proving their need to control everything that exists within their reality.
When I'm old I'm going to run naked through the woods and hold evil industrialists hostage and never use grammar.