A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never, Pass into nothingness; but still will keep, A bower quiet for us, and a sleep, Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. ~ John Keats

for those that caught the 12 hours or so of … well, you know what … yes, i think that the pink was a little too overkill. so here we are looking a less trippy. your eyebrows can return to normal now.

i did think of using this space to be more expressive on current issues. to intellectualise this space, as you may. but then well, it is not just that i think there are already many many issue intellectualising blogs happening out there, many of which i must say i have nothing but genuine respect for. i did not say that i agree with a lot of them. i don’t think agreement is what comes into question where current issues are concerned. but the sheer existence of debates fuelled by nice, solid, grounded, burning arguments. they are there. and like i said, sincere respect, all around.

which i feel is really lacking is, well, as i have mentioned in my previous post, elegant words. poetry. food for the romantic mind. and i think this is where i’d like to take this onto. which the necessity of using your brain on real socio-political, and in my case, environmental issues is absolutely paramount, i feel there is a creative dimension that we are inherently rendering impoverished. and our soul, whether we realise it now yet or not, needs this.

some time back, i mused acquiring some sort of artwork to centerpiece our workspace, only to be met with rather condescending tones about how it will only be a waste of space and money. why – they asked. because it is beautiful – i argued.

and i suddenly find myself in a very lonely place. and long shadows pass all around me in every direction. every one of them, red eyed. i could hear their feeble, insincere attempts to suppress blood curdling laughter. every time i raise my head to search for the slightest hint of friendliness, my eyes burn in their disregard. burning to the back of my head. burning down my spine. burning every nerve. to the valves of my heart.

i gaze onto a centerpiece of… nothing. where beauty should lie, there is nothing. what wasted opportunities lie in nothing. what endless opportunities lie in nothing. what wasted opportunities lie in nothing. what endless opportunities lie in nothing. what wasted opportunities lie in nothing. what endless opportunities lie in nothing. what wasted opportunities lie in nothing. what endless opportunities lie in nothing. what wasted opportunities lie in nothing. what endless opportunities lie in nothing. what wasted opportunities lie in nothing. what endless opportunities lie in nothing. what wasted opportunities lie in nothing. what endless opportunities lie in nothing. what wasted opportunities lie in nothing. what endless opportunities lie in nothing. what wasted opportunities lie in nothing. what endless opportunities lie in nothing. what wasted opportunities lie in nothing. what endless opportunities lie in nothing. what wasted opportunities lie in nothing. what endless opportunities lie in nothing.

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