Microbes and the Universe
Where Art thou?
Art is the great expressor, and without expression the world becomes petrified and white. Ash and chalk that blows away with the wind, with no intention or capacity to sit in the moment. When we are drained of our colours the world will be too bleak for us to survive as humans. We will become ill, then robotic.
Ellipses through love and shame.
“Baby, I saw a comet. He was so beautiful, and I kissed him. I kissed him to feel something new, to be free, and to see what I felt about you in that singular moment.”
I know this is the road to freedom. I’ve thought about it for eons, but this is my first experience, I’m new here too.