On the beauty of uselessness

so deep a word that hides the sound of sand, of sickness and madness.
what's the use of a tree? wood, she says, on her utilitarian perspective. what's the meaning of a tree, of a storm cloud, of the ocean? i see no use, i see no meaning.
The world is not square, it is not round, either. You say.
Uselessness like the great escape, a way to perceive things and experience the world. I come to you, defenses down.
Neither ante rem nor in re, i leave them behind.
I'm coming to listen to the voice of the carrots....



she went upstairs just to see the stars.

Play it for today
here comes the sun -- why not?

A ticket to ride
mancunian sky -- not so far from liverpool