i don't have a title for this one


the art is still happening. The stage is clad in glass and is no longer bathed
in lights but instead made of it, but the art hasn't gone. The voices are mechanical
and the actors wear masks, but they're still speaking, they're still acting.

the genre's changed and the kid you used to love has moved on to do manly things
in a hollow manner in order to find himself. But they have not left.

the world keeps changing and everything is new, yet its all aging, and it just
feels like no one seems to feel the same way anymore...

but your neighbor feels that way, too. And, though we all have changed, there's still art in your

living,
in your
aging,
in your
sadness,
in your
raging,

And your heart, it dances on,
The art, that bastard, she's never gone.
← a purple and yellow 3d visualization of a conway glider →
a web button with an orange square on the left and a violet rectangle on the right, with the words 'clementine page' scrawled messily on it. a web button with a black background, pink flower on the left and the words grace.pink in big letters on the right. a web button displaying a shelf with a potted plant, palette, book on top. In the shelf there are big purple letters that spell Mint.