What does strength mean, when it fights itself? Virtue a plae glow around shattered glass, watch out, some shards might come flying out. A pouring motion is appropriate for the end of the day, the eyes, the teeth, the lips quiver, a sneer, a sneeze. A promise, an offer, a suggestion that I make that I'm glad you don't take. It's out there because it deserves to be, not because of me. A clever set of moves, catch the fish. Put it in the tank, safe from the lava. I make my paintings the most complex thing in the world, and you have the nerve to comment on the basest features. You judge the pool by a single toe on the edge. Oh, look, it's an amish lady wearing military boots under her skirt. I hate your work, I smear it with my fist, and then look in amazement at the markings left on my fist, a solid block, with precisely seperated strands of dark colour. The beauty is not in the whole composition, but in what it makes us do. Cosmopolitan Ice Cream? The sharp pins of a doll, left in as a reminder that not all dolls are meant to be played with. Again, that odd current, the faint tinkle of carnival music, strange that insanity is the path out of chaos... But it's not my bus. I will wait for the Number Five, or I will walk. The red carpet is something we can lay for ourselves, if we can understand that it is not a mark of subservience. Perhaps we don't need that, if we shatter ourselves.. Instead, let's clear the sky, and look above. The constellations are real here, giant objects in the sky, we can even pop a DVD into the air, and watch a movie on our own private omnitheatre. Anger, Doubt, Happiness, Anticipation, all of them are clouds, and they're so far away. Ever since the relevation, noone really seems to care anymore, seems to fight anymore, seems to love anymore, seems to interact anymore. We just stumble through reality, never meeting, each closing our eyes, as our endless inner worlds prove more meaningful than the one we once shared. All futures are a humanist's nightmare, the essense of now fades. I was around for that time, when all the lights in the world lit up, the globals disappeared, the lanterns acting as orange shields against the new darkness. The darkness that happened, as society adapted, the new life as we explored the new realm, the collectives, until we either died or all learned the tricks. Did you really try to fast talk the gods into giving you those sandals? How they were so impressed with your chutzpah that they gave you the pair, and the green lines beside. Admiration and jealousy is always what they felt, a moment of panic and a sneaky idea for you is imitated by endless calculation.