I know now why I cry every time I see monet’s water lilies. The red hue of his cataracts can be echo’d by many phenomena, from the modern ultra-physical blasts of blue light from screens everywhere casting a reddish hue on the rest of the world to his own meta-spiritual experiences of personal tragedy. Cut off from his family, an attempted suicide, fleeing to London to escape the war only to find social isolation and devastating losses back home. The saving grace, but of course his time in museums.

There are so many villains that come in every shape and size. We design our own villains based on the things we fear the most. The things outside of our control, that we wish to admire from afar. The secret hero’s we’d rather not cross paths with whether it be again, or at all from wisdom gained. There is something to be said for facing them of course, but it’s something else entirely to find an alternative. Staying away never works when they are out to get you, how many times can you turn the other cheek? If only there was a way to live in harmony.

edit: whatever just do your best i guess