In these horrid times of set schedules and clock-work precisioned timings, I, more than any other time, dream of a world devoid of all logic and rationale. A world anarchic in thought and color. With discordant notes permanently in the ambiance following gallant, glorified sonatas and garish, illogically colored sky. A world where sunset is ugly and drips like molten lava from the mottled horizon over an ocean made of infinite amount of cheese. A world where an artist closes his eyes and creates his own realities, confident, smug, proud, completely immodest realities. And in which he lies which such conviction that the lesser gifted mortals actually see his imagined stupidity in their logical world. A world where cars and men are stationary and roads slip beneath their feet and silhouettes of birds are morbidly pinned to the canvas of the firmament. Where every sign which says 'No Graffiti' is painted upon and buildings follow the crazy architecture of German expressionism. Where roads wind in endless loops, grass is liquid red in color and varicolored clouds spell beautiful words like cerulean, dulcet, azure across the sky. And where the Sun rises from random directions at random times and night is declared when the hour hand of the great clock strikes the next digit in the approximation of pi. Where paintballs come out of AK-47s and bullets from toy guns and where tank guns shoot alternately from the front and back so that the whole damn thing has to be rotated after every shot.
A world where love comes in cigarette packets with a warning of health hazard on the cover and fairies and cupids and angels are burnt in Salem. A world where musicians create pieces of inordinate silence and murderous chaos. A sarcastic, brutal, warm, loving and honest world. Sad, depressed, creative, exultant, and hollow eyed. Wrinkled to its very bones and yet insane to its spirit - constantly vibrating, pulsating, shivering with nervous energy, ready to break forth in one dazzling display of silent, thunderous, colorful orgy.
Hmph... or maybe I should just get the damn thing done with and not wish for Armageddon.