art

I enter that blank white room in my conscience filled with figures and file cabinets.

He's shifting around papers at one of the desks.

"Geist."

"Hrm."

"Hey."

"Go away."

"We need to talk."

"I said go away."

"Look, some-"

"Are you fucking deaf? Leave me alone."

I grab the shoulder of his trenchcoat and turn him to face me. "Fuck you and your loneliness, I have to talk to you."

Quiet.

"Alright. I need you to decide, right now, who's going to run this show."

"What?"

"Who am I? Me or you?"

"Me, of course."

"Out of best interests. For both of us."

He's thinking again. He rests his chin on his palm. "I don't know."

"You used to. We used to."

"I know, but things have gotten complicated, right?"

"Yes."

"And you're still mulling over that damn conference."

"Yeah."

"So, what? You want me to do what?"

"Either assert your position or get the hell out."

"I'm not leavin'."

"So you're dominant now?"

I think that this is a really beautiful concept:

"The "Birth Clock" is a fragile glass object containing a digital clock that is not working; it is designed to help you to come to a decision when you're stuck at a specific point in life. Smash the glass, and the clock will start to work, leaving you with the broken object as a reminder of your dramatic decision. Leave the object as it is, and you remain out of time, having the beautiful object as a reminder of your resistance to change. What would you do?"

Maybe a good prompt?

Let me know.

http://www.alex-vf.com/portfolio/rca/time.html

Looking through a portfolio
of pretty,
simple
fifth grade artwork,

back when I painted
beaches
and
smiling stick-figures,

I wonder:

what was the trigger
that provoked me to start
inserting
pain,
into each
image?

When did I
forget how
to paint
happiness?

Turning heartbreak into art - Oct 26 - What do you do when a relationship goes sour?