Listening to talk radio,
Paint a portrait of reality.
Talking to my parents,
Painting a portrait of reality.
The cashier at Safeway,
Paints a portrait of reality.
My water colors lie at my feet,
And the brush strokes back and forth,
"What are you doing?"
The passerby ask...
"Painting a portrait of reality!"
And they stare at you
Like you're the crazy one.
Inspired by a bizarre street fight I witnessed in Boulder, CO once.
For some reason it brought to light what Phillip K Dick once said about nobody being able to understand each other because our own private, individual lives are so complex and odd and viewed by only us (completely) that it might actually be better to just agree that nobody will ever understand each other.
Like I said, bizarre.