I try to forget the basics I’ve learned, like how electricity flows, or how come fireflies light up. So far I’ve managed just even barely, you see it’s quite difficult to undo what you’ve learned. Not that I regret being part of civilization, but lately I’ve been despising the way standards are set by society. All the same, modules. Nodes and wires, robotic. You’re my plug-in baby. And so in the course of one evening, I’ve mapped out the future, bookmarking which roads to take, so I’ll know which way to turn when coming across the curve. With art and words, whispering to always choose heart over mind, just in case I forget, and maybe that will take me to the utopic states I’ve been longing to be in, you know, that place we dream of each night, even though at the back of our minds, it’s probably the Bermuda Triangle.
Chasin’ the clouds away
Pressure is back with a vengeance and I’m up to my neck in deadlines, coupled with the realisation that I haven’t been painting in months. It’s a dry spell in the wet season. But I’ll leave all that because I shall find myself in a country in Europe called France. A foreign word to my tongue. Will be meeting Julien at the airport, and he’ll definitely know it’s me – I’ll have a huge arrow over my head with a sign that says “Overwhelmed and Lost”. And an equally matching facial expression.
Oh, watch out my beloved Tristan Tzara, I’m coming to kiss yer headstone.
You too, Chopin.
