We look at a Klein on the wall -
A cruel month where irises bloom
On Dutch fields, wilting,
Bleached from an eternal sun.
The art of creation feels better than the creation itself.
Let’s do some more walls.
7 days, 7 shades darker at The School of Arts and Enterprise in Pomona.
There’s a place in my hollow heart, an empty chest filled with hazy memories and endless nostalgia. I am sure the emotions would have cleared out the cobwebs that have nestled within its cracks, but there are none, for my mind fails me. It’s impossible to have clear recollections of those wandering days. I am older now.
Yet, as humans, we continue to grasp at time’s transience. Like a banished princess in a fairy tale, perhaps I will awake from this awful dream, and remember who I once was - a beautiful, 30 foot tall monster from the Paleolithic era.