A Contradiction

A girl told me today that I had a beautiful handwriting. I laughed as I had many times before and brushed it off, handing her a sample of my beautiful penmanship, a sight to note from afar, impossible to be coherent, unintelligible in the slightest, unraveling once the vision cleared.
That was my penmanship, brilliantly placed in a polite cluster, but jagged on the inside.
Like minimalism being the new materialism, like life always being a trade-off,
With all this inclusivity and all of these ideas-
None could accommodate us all.


The rights to the featured snapshot are the artist’s alone. Featuring Heather Day’s paintings.

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