Conditioner

The commencement of the season

Marked by a sound

Humming

Heavy-breathing

Brushing.

Like the gentle shushing

Of a reclusive peacemaker

Brought to subdue

The clatter.

Sitting in the back

Patiently

Watching as the party streams in

With another day to conclude

Absorbing the traces

Of sunlight on their skin

Replaced with folds of coolness

Seamlessly

As a slow breath

In

Out

And disappears

From the atmosphere

The smell of late afternoon -

A smell

Like fresh copy paper

Is introduced into the evening

Summer is not present

Until the nights are narrated

By the variant whispers

From the corner

Welcoming

Into a room made

an oasis

By the leader

Of the orchestra

Of these days.

Art

This is a response to a post by The Wizardress, which was at first a comment, but then it got too long and I figured it should be a post. In order to understand my post, you're probably going to have to read hers.

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Art becomes shared and appreciated when people can relate to it - which I think is what you just said. I like art more than nature, and I guess we're talking about human made art because I dont understand why nature cant be art. even if it happened without any prompting, it still causes emotion for people and people see beauty and emotion in it, as they might a painting or sculpture, etc. Those two aspects FOR ME, define art.

And what's wrong with seeing multiple ways to get inside someone's mind? Tying into what i said at the beginning, relating to people makes people feel better, as does the creation itself. I think that art that does not convey emotion in a way that people can read it, is just one-ended art. Because if it has ANY emotional value, the artist can feel it and use it. That's much different than tissues.

City

During my childhood, I hated the city. I didn't like how I had to get up and take the subway to school, instead of in my own car where I could collapse asleep. And the lack of a backyard, and excess of cars and traffic, and all that. It was one of my young wishes to not live in the city. And it is probable that I will eventually move out of the city, just 'cause. But the one thing that's interesting about the city is it has lots of moments that are amazing, either because of their unusuality, or because they are so perfect in some way, that it's unreal.

Like a moment where three people are talking while leaving a building, and they reach the door, and they each go off in separate directions: left, right, and straight. Isn't that something you'd expect in a movie? Well it happened yesterday, in one of those cheesy "Bye!!!" moments. And a gang of kids jumping over police gates that line a street, each of them with a lemonade in hand. A little man sitting on a white chair on the corner of the street all day. Just sitting. A street that goes down forever with colorful umbrellas everywhere, and flag lines that hang from street lights to store fronts, clothes and fruit lining every block - these are images that I appreciate in the city. And it would be moments like those, in which I would ove to be a photographer.