are you dying.

switz: how many a'ya are dyin'!

fud: i'm dyin!

switz: are ya' dyin!?

fud: i'm dyinnn'!

suspension.

loosely dappled,
silkily sewn,
carefully plumed,

suspended against;

the upper blankets tempt me away

suspended against a wash of colours

it is never known;

i despise this suspension.

blend not.

i like how

the sky is blue on one side

and purple on the other.

my favourite part is how they don't even blend into each other

but just change.

- please keep me alive

strange dream.

i had a dream that i was deeply, deeply bored.

not just like, "i need to play a great computer game now" kinda bored.

but a, i'm bored of this reality,

i'm bored of this life,

kinda bored.

throughout the dream, i was in my room,

trying to do work,

but each time i tried i just couldn't focus.

it was a strange dream, because

i woke up today and realised i never had a dream more real.

my life before.

Time it was, and what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence,

a time of confidences.

~ bookends | simon and garfunkel.

recognise.

art is not paint on a canvas,

smudge on an apron,

it's not detachment where we retreat to our little cave

and indulge away with our little brushes, colours, palettes.

we don't condemn the mathematician for formulating,

neither do we judge the scientist for experimenting,

in the end no one can say that these things aren't art either.

art is when you confess that you're daring to challenge-

that you're willing to not just follow but explore for yourself.

if the mathematician destructs the 1+1,

or the scientist offers the radical hypothesis;

likewise on the other hand if the painter paints the perfect mona lisa-

who's the artist?

art is a jungle exploration with scimitars, not a guided hike with insect repellent.

it is a passionate confession, recognition, that you're an individual.

just you, not this whole "collective entity which gives you your identity" schmitz.

everyone should be living art in whatever they do.

down to earth?

and tom said- "do you or do you not want sugar?"

i replied- "i want the salt."