This weekend has been plain *WEIRD*.
The big bad party got cancelled, due to 'force mayeur' events, but I, nonetheless decided to take full advantage of my weekend. Ironically, I came back to the human world, since Imbross could now take care of itself fully, right? Fact is... I didn't come alone. My mother, who's always so worried about me, decided to accompany me, to see how I lived in the human world, you know. She was to stay one day with me.
After two hours... I wanted to kill her.
There was a book fair near my apartment and we decided to tag along. It was quite interesting: every type of book imaginable, with little bohemian coffee shops were one could sit and talk. My mother loved it, and I enjoyed it along with her. We went to see a Picasso exposition, which was breathtaking. Although of most human painters, he's not my personal favorite (A very dear friend to me would insist he is). I think human art is inspiring. It makes me wonder just where is the boundary of the human imagination. Where do they get their ideas to put into pictures such drastic emotions? In Picasso's particular case, I will admire the fact that he seems to see the world through a pattern. A guitar no longer forms the shape of a guitar, truly he breaks the molds that Plato would have created centuries ago... No, the guitar becomes the various squares and rectangles that would form it as a whole. It's complicated to express it, for I have it in the tip of my fingers, but can't put it into words. A man that does not see "IT" he sees what the "IT" could be, what makes the "IT"..."IT". Anyways, my favorite human artist is Dali.
Abstract. The world, any world, it doesn't matter where you live, nothing is what it seems. I adore going beyond the shape, it is nothing.
After the book fair (where I must've ran into half the world) we went to have dinner. I wanted to take Mother somewhere special, so we ended up in Mr. Chow's. She loved the place, loved the food, and said she wanted to come live in the human world. I laughed and then smiled at her "Mommy, that's a great joke, never repeat it" Nahhh... it wasn't like that (I didn't say the 'never repeat it' part).
The big bad party got cancelled, due to 'force mayeur' events, but I, nonetheless decided to take full advantage of my weekend. Ironically, I came back to the human world, since Imbross could now take care of itself fully, right? Fact is... I didn't come alone. My mother, who's always so worried about me, decided to accompany me, to see how I lived in the human world, you know. She was to stay one day with me.
After two hours... I wanted to kill her.
There was a book fair near my apartment and we decided to tag along. It was quite interesting: every type of book imaginable, with little bohemian coffee shops were one could sit and talk. My mother loved it, and I enjoyed it along with her. We went to see a Picasso exposition, which was breathtaking. Although of most human painters, he's not my personal favorite (A very dear friend to me would insist he is). I think human art is inspiring. It makes me wonder just where is the boundary of the human imagination. Where do they get their ideas to put into pictures such drastic emotions? In Picasso's particular case, I will admire the fact that he seems to see the world through a pattern. A guitar no longer forms the shape of a guitar, truly he breaks the molds that Plato would have created centuries ago... No, the guitar becomes the various squares and rectangles that would form it as a whole. It's complicated to express it, for I have it in the tip of my fingers, but can't put it into words. A man that does not see "IT" he sees what the "IT" could be, what makes the "IT"..."IT". Anyways, my favorite human artist is Dali.
Abstract. The world, any world, it doesn't matter where you live, nothing is what it seems. I adore going beyond the shape, it is nothing.
After the book fair (where I must've ran into half the world) we went to have dinner. I wanted to take Mother somewhere special, so we ended up in Mr. Chow's. She loved the place, loved the food, and said she wanted to come live in the human world. I laughed and then smiled at her "Mommy, that's a great joke, never repeat it" Nahhh... it wasn't like that (I didn't say the 'never repeat it' part).
And then, I've spent most of my weekend... at THE BEACH. But I'll continue my story later... duty calls
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