Now I'm a literary novice, but this is by far one of the most beautiful things I've ever read! Where is the beauty in art lately? Everyone and everything seems to avoid it.
I remember awkward pauses the most and cold tea I couldn't drink while hot.
It was the information age
but, instead of being informed
I put holes in walls
then plastered them.
I read history books like newspapers and whispered current events in your ear.
My yesterday's are closer than your today's-
I'll sleep with the television on
and listen to the footsteps above us
or the fountains that sound like rain.
I'll dream in black and white.