Jan 31, 2018
Bad taste
Bad taste is everywhere. It oozes from everything we touch and breathe. It must be integral part of all foundation, of any great thing that transcends the mediocre. All great works grow from the ground up like saplings in the new sunlight beside a fallen tree.
In the spectacle of our existence, we cannot avoid the museum we are born into. Rare are the wonders that can come of age in-vitro.
I spit on the sidewalk when my lungs put up a fight. I also put my money on the mundane, where my mouth is.
