Sleepwalking my way through life: "Two"


Look at the frame.

You walk through art galleries, museums; looking at the pictures laid out on the walls. Pictures that fill you with beauty, feeling, thought and just general boredom. But then something strikes you, and you stop.

We were taking down all the curtains in the house today to make room for the windows to be replaced. I decided to help seeing as my dissertation was going no where fast, and helped take down the hangings in the spare bedroom. The bedroom was a bare place, empty apart from a bookshelf and the printer with laminate flooring and white walls creating a cold feel to the room. Mum went outside to fold the curtains while I remained to look out to the window, and I was struck dumb by the sight.

I looked into my back garden, the sunlight playing off the wet grass and causing shadows to spread across the ground. My eyes looked upwards past the bushes stripped by winter and over the tops of several gardens, sun filtering through to highlight certain areas in a golden glory of light with clear droplets of water being highllighted on the tips of branches.

I stood there, alone in that room, and watched in wonder with my mouth hanging open in awe. A truly majestic sight stood before me, and I was perplexed at why it was so.

My thoughts were interrupted by Mum needing help to carry the chest of drawers out of her room. I helped and we deposited under the window in the back bedroom. While Mum pottered off to do some more chores around the house I stoood and looked out the window once again, expecting the same reaction as I just experienced.

But nothing happened.

I looked out to my back garden, wet with rain that had fallen over the night. The leavless bushes and the dripping branches also passed my view, yet I felt nothing.

I took a step back and looekd again, the drawers ever present under the window, and that's when I realised it.

When I first looked to the window the surroundings were empty. Bare white walls and a cold hard floor surrounded the window where the view stood. The contrast created by the empty surroundings was what propelled the scenery to such a fantastic sight. Now that surrounding was busy with the chest of drawers it took the focus off the view.

So when you're walking through that gallery, or that museum, and you see a painting that really astounds you and amazes you with beauty, you should turn around and walk back the way you came. You could find some other gem lost among the crap on the never ending walls.

Unless you can't tell, I'm not talking about art.

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At 4:17 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said...

does anyone give a shit?

At 7:16 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I do, the countdown is nearly cumming in excitement.

At 7:37 pm, Blogger Joe said...

It's simple, if you don't give a shit then don't read. Just how fuckwitted can you be?

And Gary, calm down. It's not THAT big...


At 1:53 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said...

nearly as much as you!

At 2:24 pm, Blogger Joe said...

Ah! Another great comeback!



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