All About

Bound by obligations to something, the idea is important, not the words they’re just shadows, passing sounds, fine green grass, it’s a funny thing to stand by yourself in a field, and look out around you, to no one else, we’re separated from nature at a young age, there is a great deal of worthy admiration for our structures, masterful is the word, we can master even the lands that bore us, there’s something deeply impressive about that. Still, you do tend to lose touch with nature living in a city.

It’s interesting watching children discuss the things they like, and the way they like them, I was walking along the other day and a boy and a girl were running around past all the adults legs playing a game of tag, all I could think of was how nice it would be if I could do that, without unsettling the people around me, children are a sort of excuse to act insane I think, that’s why they’re fun, you can go running and screaming and jumping, it’s fantastic, plus they’re entertaining to tease, in instances such as saying something to them that they’re sure is wrong, "There’s an ocean in the sky." They know it’s nonsense and they’re happy to tell you that you’re wrong, but they get sort of, exasperated, trying hard to think of a way to explain to you how you’re wrong, I know it’s a little bit mean but it’s a lot of fun, you know that look/glare kids give you when they think you’re out of your wits or you’re trying to trick them? That’s a great one.

I remember a mother trying to explain to her children that the scenery from the window was beautiful, but they were far more interested with something in the room, can’t remember what it was precisely. I knew a girl once who was very… pragmatic, if I’m being generous. A friend of a friend, we all went out with in a group for a night drive and I took them to a place I know overlooking the harbour, she said "It’s a million dollar view." Which was indicative of her general outlook, her interest, her admiration, wasn’t for the beauty in it but for the perceived ‘value’ of it, of how much it would cost to possess this view, and of course implying that expensive things are the most valuable. She was a horrible person, outside of that of course, I’m not the sort to write off somebody for a few phrases, but I don’t really need to go into much detail about someone from a period of my life that is totally removed from me now. I tend to though. I get a lot of criticism from one friend in particular that I tend to write about the same stuff all the time.

Anyhow, I suppose one day it just becomes obvious to you, what you adore, particularly in terms of objects of beauty, I wonder if it’s a bit like the way friendships are built, some initial attraction and then repeated instances of this and that, the easiest way to make friends is to have memories together with someone, once you’ve got memories together it is as though your lives are already tied together, it becomes, natural. Even someone you’ve never said more than a hello to once or twice, if you’ve been in the same group, same company, what have you, it’s very easy to build quick foundations. So I wonder when it is, we decide something is pretty, something important, if it wasn’t previously? When and how does something start to matter? More specifically when does something suddenly become beautiful? I’m really not sure so suggestions would be great.