L'air smelled fantastico...

on the mrt.
Outside the mrt in the wetness of the road.
Of the trees.
And it still does.
wootzx0rs

STOP HEALING. You think the wet walk on the way back home will keep me sick? Just maybe? wootz0rs

Can't wait to read book 2 of Planetary. wootzx0rs

Here's a scribbled thought this afternoon. I liveblogged!
7.10pm: People with high standards. Would it be mildly accurate to say that they are sacrificing l e n g t h for depth? By putting standards on what they consume visually, mentally and literally ( and more), they enjoy fewer things as much as they would if they had lower standards, BUT what they do enjoy/appreciate, they appreciate more. 'Tis like an image photoshopped to have the colour contrasted. There are fewer colours after all, but the colours that remain are richer. Deeper. Perhaps a sort of balance exists between how many things you enjoy and how much you enjoy the things.

And now, examples!
Take this picture of Mr Oldman.


So many colours can be found in the picture! Below the image are just a few of the colours that make up the image. So many, but so bland. However, it is the many bland colours that 'mesh' together to form the beautiful image above.

Now, let us contrast the picture's colours. I will not tolerate mixing between my colours. There are certain things I want my colours to be, and the abberations don't allow them to fit in.
Only three different colours! Three! So few, and the colours mesh not. They know what they are, and where they stand. They aint walking around anyplace to 'mix'. But lonely and few as they may be, they are deep. Vibrant. Hundreds of times richer than any of the previous greyed colours. The colours infuse themselves into your eyes, your mind. They are hard to forget. Still, the picture is no longer as beautiful as it once was. The features within the picture are hard to find, difficult to see. In their efforts to shine bright alone, the vivid colours make us forget of, or reject even, their many other cousins.

Now, for the other extreme. No contrast. All colours should be free to diversify and mix. Anything goes. Any and every colour is free to welcome itself into my picture.

All colours have congregated here. The image has taken anything it can, doesn't care if the colours are or aren't vivid and vibrant. But what's this? So many colours have entered the image, and we see them all as equal! Equally bland, equal in value. I don't need to love them, I'll just take as many as I can. Only one colour appears present in the image. Or is it all colours? In the attempt to mix all colours together, the mixer has made our image's subject incomprehensible. What is it? The image no longer has identity, no longer has meaning. Worse still than the picture of high contrast, the image within is no longer hard to find, but there is no longer an image. Sacrificing vividity for diversity, the picture is bland, is dull, is boring. The many other cousins have welcomed in too many relatives, and in doing so have forgotten themselves.

Thassall. I must go toilet now.


-Zan