Desert Flowers
Of all the environments on Earth, the desert seems the least hospitable to life. It’s hot and dry, and unprotected things do not survive. Because we know that deserts exist, we have a keener measure of the value of our lives. And because life is often difficult in patches, like the traversal of a desert, we have a great, romantic metaphor with which to better understand the difficulty in our lives. That there should ever be flowers in a desert, seems outrageous and inspirational in the extreme. Flowers are pretty. Flowers are frivolous and temporal. Flowers bear no responsibility, save for the inescapable requirement that they compel us to wake up and smell them.
Rainbow Remedy
tASSy (05:02 AM) :
i like the colour explosion of rainbow butterflies out of the non-coloured body. it implies that the head/brain/pleasure center/pain center is the most important and full piece of one’s being…and the rest is transient and changes over time as we age..
tASSy (05:03 AM) :
less important. black and white.
tASSy (05:03 AM) :
also
tASSy (05:03 AM) :
this reminds me of the idea that all true geniuses end up killing themselves.
tASSy (05:04 AM) :
and the pink gun blowing butterflies out of the brain is more like “hey, there’s something beautiful in here - let me release it” - and sadly then maybe people realise what’s inside that seemingly black and white girl.
tASSy (05:04 AM) :
once she’s gone.
tASSy (05:04 AM) :
how’s that for a long ass explanation
tASSy (05:04 AM) :
i could have just said pretty colours