So what now, can they make of this place?
All is still to do;
Location’s good, they have the space,
No effort they’ll eschew
The dreams of those who try their hand,
Another, average day;
An empty room turned into something,
That’s
The human
Way
To share is human:
It has always driven me a bit nuts the way empty rooms always have to be turned into something. As you said, it’s the human way. Always meddling and situating. If it weren’t an empty room, it would be another human. The same with picture frames. Nobody ever just enjoys the frame, no matter how perfect it is. There is always some ‘art’ crammed into the frame, as though its existence is more important than the frame’s. Me…I love them..the perfectly empty frames. I hang them on my walls, empty, to admire.
I love your reply, I love your line of thinking, here. You should do a longer piece on it, it’s a fascinating perspective. – Owen
That’s so sweet. Thank you, Owen.