The aliens invaded my little piece of reality yesterday. They came in waves
undulating lightshow
art,
reflections of Other
of our future
sent to us via double helix bionet
across the aeons,
resonating
pulsating
undulating soundscape
frequencies adrift
freak when sees a rift
jump into it
become it
dance to it
There was nothing I could think of word-wise to throw at it. There was no need. It was just a matter of feeling the art as opposed to analyzing it. Walking in to an exhibit and allowing yourself to be randomly drawn to the pieces that catch your soul. Feel the surroundings. Absorb the energy. Feel how the room changes as each vast vessel of consciousness enters the room. See their reactions to the art, to each other, to themselves.
I took the whole thing in as one large piece of art. Just the notion of art was interesting. is art what differentiates us from other species? Or is art mere BEing? OK, enough artiste.
On to the next day: