The Highest Form of Art

Life for most of us can be quite mundane; and you could either take comfort in the monotony, or if you’re like me, you can feel very suffocated by the endless routine. Which is where art comes in. It’s what I feel defines us as a civilization. I’m not going to pontificate on the subject, so this post is going to be very short, but hopefully you’ll appreciate its depth.

You’re at your [desk/table/cubicle] staring at a [paper/computer screen/assignment] while keeping a [Facebook/Email] tab open simultaneously. The clock is ticking loudly. The humdrum around you is merging into an incoherent din and you’ve just [refreshed your inbox/stared blankly at your work] for the nth time. Now even the clock is slowing down and each tick is growing louder and slower. You have a million things to do, but you seem oddly trapped.

Version 1:

So you close your eyes. The walls fade away and a soothing calm comes over you. Your body seems light and you’re suddenly gliding – sailing over the apartments and the office blocks, the winding roads and the angry traffic. You’re out of the city and you drift lazily over the tree-tops and the rolling fields as you spot the ocean calmly lining the horizon. The rich blue of the sea is beneath you and you feel you’re being transported into a higher dimension. You’re at the beach taking a stroll with your friends. Dark clouds gather in the distance. A sudden summer storm breaks, and you’re drenched by a sheet of driving rain. It pounds the ocean and you stretch your arms, looking upwards, feeling each drop splatter on your face. Just as quickly as it came, it passes and the ocean is at peace again and so are you. You open your eyes and you’re free within your four walls.

Version 2:

So you click on this and close your eyes.

You open your eyes and you’re free within your four walls.