On a rainy day in the Congo, I sat alone in a leaky hut, pondering the shape of snowflakes. My hands were stained red from the clay I was molding for hours and a cigarette hung loosely between my lips, sprinkling ash upon my awkward creation. Suddenly, the canopy of the hut gave way. Rainwater and palm leaves showered down to the dirt all around me.
.....There I stood. Wet and bleeding. For the sticks that held the roof in place cut me to mock my misfortune. I called upon my sense of humor and chuckled as I cleared the debris from my sculpture. Blood mixed with clay, clay with ash, ash with rain, and rain with leaf.....
....At that very moment a bolt of lightning sizzled through the atmosphere and struck my so called "Art", creating a massive explosion of cosmic communication.....When I regained consciousness, before me stood an eight foot tall circuitboard with roots firmly embedded into the ground. It pulsed with energy and electric excitement...
...."This is not of the now", I whispered. "It is eternal....and I shall call it...KMC...."
Originally posted by D-Double
On a rainy day in the Congo, I sat alone in a leaky hut, pondering the shape of snowflakes. My hands were stained red from the clay I was molding for hours and a cigarette hung loosely between my lips, sprinkling ash upon my awkward creation. Suddenly, the canopy of the hut gave way. Rainwater and palm leaves showered down to the dirt all around me......There I stood. Wet and bleeding. For the sticks that held the roof in place cut me to mock my misfortune. I called upon my sense of humor and chuckled as I cleared the debris from my sculpture. Blood mixed with clay, clay with ash, ash with rain, and rain with leaf.....
....At that very moment a bolt of lightning sizzled through the atmosphere and struck my so called "Art", creating a massive explosion of cosmic communication.....When I regained consciousness, before me stood an eight foot tall circuitboard with roots firmly embedded into the ground. It pulsed with energy and electric excitement...
...."This is not of the now", I whispered. "It is eternal....and I shall call it...KMC...."