Madness
February 17, 2011
All I saw was a puff of curly, red hair atop a bright green sweater. The red was a kind of faded dye job, and the texture dry enough to give it some extra breadth at the ends. I couldn’t describe her face, but I saw enough in that instant to know she was either not having a good day, or not having a good life, or both. That was all I needed to see to know that this woman was unusual.
“All from her hair and sweater,” you ask?
Yes. That is how people pass judgment on one another. In an instant, and based on wardrobe choices, color schemes, textures and dryness of hair.
The traffic light was still red when my brother turned to me out of the quietness of his thoughts.
“Imagine if there was a Cure for mental illness…”
I waited.
“…then what about art? You think it’d just stop?”
And Now for Something Completely Different
February 5, 2011
A SATURDAY MORNING CARTOON!
In short, this claymation guy is basically told his angst is his own problem within his own mind. But then…
