Big Places

Have you ever noticed that the bigger a house is, the more crushing it feels when it's empty? Or parks, or, I dunno, say perhaps a square in the center of town.

And there's a difference between no one being there, and actual emptiness. A park with no people in it is just a quiet park, but when it's empty... you can't see it, or smell it, but the difference is there. It's an anti-presence, the absence of something. It's darker without having less light, dimmer without a lessening of hue, duller without a lack of tone.

I just want to fill it with COLOUR! Reds and blues and yellows and magenta and orange and purple and green and all the emotions they bring in their pandemonium of a retinue.

The smell of lemons and then texture of a yaks tongue! Clouds that rise from drains in the morning and the sound that a rubber band makes when you shoot across an aircraft hangar! If you have emptiness, fill it with what makes you healthy and happy.

WHALES ON TRICYCLES THAT USE TRUMPETS TO SERENADE THE MOON INTO THE NXT CENTURY OF ULTIMATE KINDNESS