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Dec. 13th, 2006 01:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chanticoIN my dreams last night, right before I woke up, I was walking with some girl, unrecognizable, but a stereotype of The Blonde Student; she was smiling her head as we walked together through a section of a small woods town that was being torn down so that 'Renovations' could be put up. I asked her why she was so happy.
"Because I like seeing old things torn down to make way for something new and beautiful."
I cocked my head. "And what is it about something new that makes it more beautiful than something old?"
She frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Why is the new beautiful and the old ugly?"
"Because youth is beauty."
I shook my head. "You want to be an artist, right?"
She nodded.
"Then accept this that everything is beautiful, that no place is uninteresting, and that you will forever see that, no matter how much of a curse it is. That is the mark of a true artist."
And then we joined the Scrubs crew un delivering/stealing a baby.
"Because I like seeing old things torn down to make way for something new and beautiful."
I cocked my head. "And what is it about something new that makes it more beautiful than something old?"
She frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Why is the new beautiful and the old ugly?"
"Because youth is beauty."
I shook my head. "You want to be an artist, right?"
She nodded.
"Then accept this that everything is beautiful, that no place is uninteresting, and that you will forever see that, no matter how much of a curse it is. That is the mark of a true artist."
And then we joined the Scrubs crew un delivering/stealing a baby.
