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11 November 2006 @ 05:42 pm
Everything is grey  
We went to the Denver Art Museum today. I’ve reestablished that I don’t like modern art. It’s not... art. It’s stupid. Some of it is at least creative. But what the hell are you trying to express with a bunch of multicolored circles, or lines and squares? What is that? It’s just crap. It’s not anything. I don’t see how those people are artists. Maybe they just take that label and be pretentious. They enjoy the “scene”. I prefer the renaissance. Then people were actually creating something beautiful. They had knowledge and understanding of form and composition. And... talent.

I also dislike the city. Too many people. And everything is dirty, filthy. Everything is grey. Too crowded. I don’t think I could live there. Although, to get into the arts, especially performing arts, you kind of need to be where the people are. Where there are crowds. The art “scene”. I don’t like it, but how else do you do it?

Thinking more about it, there are so many people... Everywhere you look, there are more and more, masses of people. Hundreds of thousands, millions, billions. Just driving down the highway, look at all those cars. Look at all the neighborhoods, stores. So many people. And then keep multiplying that. It’s hard to comprehend how many there are. Too many people. And then you think... the earth seems so huge, but really it’s miniscule. Think of how big the universe is. All of this here? It’s nothing. Sure, there are billions of people, but so many more billions of stars. And they’re huge in comparision. We’re just specks in the great scheme of things. What does it matter? And yet we’re all just trying to find a job, to pay the rent, to have our own little piece of something nice - a potted plant. Seems kind of pointless. We’ve buried ourselves in our own little way of life, and there’s not much substance to it at all. Meh. I don’t want to find a job to pay the rent, to eat, to live. There should be more.

“Come faeries, take me out of this dull world. For I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame.” - W.B. Yeats
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