on special occasions, I see these patterns
swirling, bulging on the back of my eyelids
I don’t think we make them
I think they’re already there
is it a crime to be an aesthete? to live for beauty and its pleasures?
(this image bears an incredible
likeness to the Electric Forest experience)
artist Simon Beck walks all day to trace his mindpatterns into the snow.
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