You all need to listen to this. Now. This video skips at some point in the middle, so read it before you listen.
There are parts of humans that science can’t explain. We know the mechanics of organs and which way the blood flows. We know the effects of smoking and typical reactions to taste buds. A scientist likes to think that in time he will know everything. The problem with knowing everything is that we often forget what is worth remembering. The doctor sits me on a table and asks me to stick out my tongue I do. I ask him if he sees the paintings I carry in the back of my throat he laughs as if I’m telling a joke I’m not. I got Basquiat, Schiele, Van Gogh, and Da Vinci so when I laugh I taste brushstrokes. I ask him if he can stick out his tongue so I can see what he has trapped inside of him. He hesitates a little then he does and I see a man who struggles for acceptance and chokes on the word Love. We’ve got robots that dismantle bombs so soldiers can still pull triggers with their finger. We’ve got a blueprint of a hotel that will be located on the moon in 2047. We’ve got microchips small enough to be slipped inside of hair follicles yet we still have a hard time saying words like please and thank you and offering our hands to help strangers. The psychiatrist asks me what I am feeling so she can prescribe me a pill to take that feeling away. I sit there silent hoping not to interfere with the tambourines and trumpets being played in my head. She stares in my eyes and I hope that she can see my insides dancing but I can tell by the sigh in her face that she hasn’t danced in a long, long time. This is what we are creating. A world where the living and breathing are depending on inanimate objects that only move because they have buttons and batteries when we have hearts. I go to school to make sense of this to find the formula that will save us when my professor instructs me to lift my head from my desk and quit sleeping. I tell him I’m not sleeping, I’m dreaming – There’s a difference. I ask him if he dreams and he tells me that there isn’t enough time for that when we have work to do. So I take out my pen and my paper and I draw him what I dream it is people who sleep in rainclouds, pass out more smiles than business cards and find beauty in the broken things. It is people who can speak every language so we can better understand each other But he continues his lecture about the greatest inventions of the 21st century while all the kids in the class speak excitedly about voice-activated cell phones, satellite radios, and plasma screen TVs that can help us see reality more clearly When this world that we are living in seems more foreign to me than Pluto’s moons or the idea of being a queen. With every great advancement we make it seems like we are taking something more important back Like we are trying to prove to ourselves that we are smarter than monkeys and apes we can build skyscrapers and send rockets to space “To each his own” seems to be our motto and since this is the case I wish the aliens would come attack us today Because only then would we unite as one world instead of being separated by our own governments, prejudices, religions, and races only then would we be able to figure out The parts of humans that science can’t explain.
the only thing i remembered from physics last year was if you poke a hole with a needle into your spacesuit when you’re on the moon then your entire fucking body will get sucked through that hole and your molecules will get scattered throughout space
It must be understood that neither by word nor deed had I given Fortunato cause to doubt my good will. I continued as was my wont, to smile in his face, and he did not perceive that my smile now was at the thought of his immolation.
In my digital art class, my teacher told us to make an abstract painting based on the sound and mood of our favorite song. I chose to do Honeybee, and I’m pleased with how it came out!!!!! uwu This is using Corel Painter 10, oil pastel, pastel, watercolor, and chalk brushes.
Edit: Some are asking why I drew a canyon. This is because Honeybee reminds me of an echo traveling with the wind. Ever been to a canyon? I haven’t, either. But I expect that though it echoes, your voice gets swallowed up by the silence. That’s also what Honeybee reminded me of— a distant memory, a long-forgotten echo.