Double espresso in a lifeboat cup stands on the table as a symbol of thought process overture. Years and years of this addiction, morning to morning cycle of roasted bean - flavored days. Same as the music, coffee gives special taste to life. Sad as it is, that is the fact of how most of us live. We try to color life, paint it every day with something to occupy our senses. As if we live in the void, without any a priori notion with sole purpose of being artists of our own lives.
Therefore, art seems like the ultimate measure of all things. Some of it just exists by itself, some of it was given birth by others and some of it is simply our burden to create.
Consider sailing. Muscles of bearded men against the power of the wind and wrath of restless sea. Meaningless white arcs as mere dots in this grandiose infinity. Isn't this helplessness the ultimate expression of beauty-seeking soul ?
The coffee boat is nearly empty and senses are getting dry. White seagull traverses Nordstaden bay as he continues to draw lemiscates in the sky.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
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