
The purple room in my dreams,
where does the door lead?
I wake before reaching beyond,
I shake when thinking of it
This purple room, open and free,
with the purple people,
who are all just like me
The purple room in my dreams,
where does the door lead?
I wake before reaching beyond,
I shake when thinking of it
This purple room, open and free,
with the purple people,
who are all just like me
Everyone wore masks this particular day, some sparkled, and some were dull and gray. But there was one man who went maskless – this man I saw on the street corner. His face was normal as could be: a thin nose, bushy eyebrows, full lips, and ruddy, plump cheeks.
He stood there, beckoning me to come forward amid the masked people walking to and fro. “Did you know,” he started, “that I wear a mask, as well?”
Continue readingHere’s something I made on Canva recently – just playing around with various filters and effects. The man pictured, of course, is the French philosopher and absurdist Albert Camus.
More graphic art! I took this Wikimedia Commons image of Franz Kafka and played around with it. I like the spirals in the background, and the red hue was my favorite of the colors.
Every so often, when things get really crazy, I like to think about Albert Camus. I turned to Camus’ writings a few years ago when my personal life fell off the rails. Yesterday, when Pro-Trump loyalists stormed the U.S. Capitol, I began to think of Camus again.
American politics right now are definitely absurd. People have been throwing around a lot of words to describe what’s going on: unprecedented, dark, nihilistic. Absurd is a good adjective, too.
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