' cheeky comment? ' / @visvivae
he offers up a blink and his gaze refocuses; as if set on cutting through the veneer of a world defined by vague ideas and even hazier ideals. "—why, there's only two ways it could end. you either wind up on your feet ... or tumble to the ground." the simplest of equations. a bland binary. "and then what?" questioning the answer comes easier than answering the question—and so he does just that. be grateful. the differentiation between love and appreciation has outlived entire generations of scholars and may exceed even the patient boundaries of this seemingly endless dream.
"you'd think that people struggle most when confronted with blunders. yet, i've seen just as many be helpless in the face of success. of course, the root of it is the same: insufficient comprehension." the peeving conclusion: lost minds cannot be saved; only be prodded to save themselves. even the best teacher cannot force understanding upon their students, after all. "though i suppose that to the one who jumps, the outcome only becomes relevant once it has occurred. artists such as yourself are often encouraged to forego excessive thought, aren't they?" watchful eyes drift past the woman's steadfast hands and her upside down smile. the usual nonsense is occurring below. "... ... much like the sleep-drunk simpletons around here. but while i wouldn't contest the value of performative arts, it seems that i'm plain not partial to the performative profusion that afflicts these streets." a brief pause grants time for his voice to assume a tone of unsurpassed gravity. "... for starters, i'm grateful that your performance doesn't come with a jingle."