in_the_gallery blueberries for you i pull open the back door and freya the outside cat rushes in and soon i find out why. it's as cold as fuck. it hurts to breathe, like swallowing glass. i inhale pain, exhale steam and know if i stay out too long my fingers will turn numb. but before i go back inside to the bone hugging warmth of a log burning fire, i must see what the artists did while i was asleep. for it is jack frost who has painted each individual blade of grass and exhibited them in the gallery of the man in the moon while i was yet dreaming. 011012 ... Sonya the sullen feline I see the tangible products of tormented geniuses and lamenting lovers. Despite the bleak paths that led up to these masterpieces I find myself wanting to leave my own trace of torment for all the world to see. Perhaps one day my life will be within a painting as well. 011012 ... the observant ascetic above the silver prints of bodyscapes made surreal by their reflection beneath the surface of a body of water (as if on the other side of a mirror) they walked in silence side by side, in a loose erratic orbit around each other above one framed work was a quote painted neatly on the wall above it "There is no such perfect beauty that hath not some strangeness to it" --Sir Francis Bacon this, he thought, i should tell her this. This could be the answer to her insistence that she was not beautiful. it perplexed him that she could not see it. it was not the conventional beauty that adorned the garish advertisments on TV or the billboards, but something more pure in its appeal. soething that didn't need to be painted on she could sense the earnestness of his affection for her but could not find a reason to justify it in her own mind. it frightened her, it threatened to overwhelm her in her, he recognized someone traveling many of the same roads he had once known before experience and repeptition had their chance to cause deeper harm - as it had done him because he loved her, he wanted to deluge her with affection, because he was damaged, he sought validation through her approval it was too much for her, she felt trapped by the situation. she feared one one hand that if she denied him what it seemed he was after, he would be disappointed and hurt by the seeming rejection - on the other hand, she feared that if she did commit to him, he would grow tired of her and all of the things about herself she disliked (not knowing that he harbored the same fear about her growing weary of him in the same fashion) the harder he tried to reach out to her, the more she shied away from him in a perpetual circle of events weeks later, he sat in the dark looking for the right words, but was less than sure that there were any and wondered if he would have the courage to say them 011012 ... Sonya the sullen feline observant ascetic...your narrative is seemingly coincidental to circumstances I am now dealing with. I wonder who you are and just wanted to let you know that that is quite beautiful and I'm now in tears. 011013 ... three words holy_shit in_the_gallery public_service_announcement 051220 what's it to you? who go blather from