It often occurs, on days experiencing excruciating languor, that life is sort of a huge drag. This drag that drags you along until finish, also appears to fail to provide a solid reason to push on. In these colorless moments then the senses may become sharper. As I watch the mundane show on my luminescent screen, as this ominous fog slowly sets in, a fleeting scene of humor made me jerk out of laughter. Then it took form, a shady realization that I manage to come upon every now and then. Art, something that I call ‘beautiful mendacity’, gives us purpose. It creates beauty out of misery, misery out of beauty. It gives things meaning, for better or for worse. Meaning, our salvation that we crave so much. We, the miserable paupers scavenging the far reaches of this earth for a little bit more time, time fulfilled of meaning.
November/ 11/ 2017