How many people ask you to come share their life?
How many people ask you to come share their life?
I imagined Kandinsky's mind, spread out all over the world, and then gathered together. Everyone having only a piece of the puzzle. Only in a show like this could you see the complete picture, stack the pieces up, hold them to the light, see how it all fit together. It made me hopeful, like someday my life would make sense too, if I could just hold all the pieces together at the same time.
Life should always be like this. ... Like lingering over a good meal.
The cake had a trick candle that wouldn't go out, so I didn't get my wish. Which was just that it would always be like this, that my life could be a party just for me.
What can I say about life? Do I praise it for letting you live, or damn it for allowing the rest?
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