A string of completely unrelated images that have somehow created in my mind some kind of reaction that is loosely associated with beauty.

Makes me think of a room with white washed walls that is not particularly large but drenched in early afternoon sunlight. A cool breeze causes the lacy white curtains to billow away from the large open windows while you lay in the middle of the wooden floor reading a book or writing in your journal, the hazy transparent steam from a cup of rosehip tea curling lazily skyward.

Makes me think about how strange nature can be. Who would have thought that a moth of all things could have such an adorable face? If moths were giant insects would people domesticate them and keep them as pets like a dog or a hamster? Imagine for a moment taking your pet moth for a walk on a leash. Or would you call it a fly?

Makes me think of a sterile experimentation room complete with clean white tiled walls and stainless steel surgical tools. The technology of tomorrow integrating itself into our everyday without us even realizing. To think that the future is bestowed first upon our earthly animal counterparts before it even touches human flesh. Are we becoming more machine than man?

Makes me think about how much a little blood can changed the meaning of something so completely. A precious porcelain tea set drenched in morbid blood splatter suddenly makes even the most ordinary of scenes dark and exciting.

Makes me think about the acts of destruction and creativity. We are capable of so much good and so many varying degrees of evil but perhaps we should look at it in terms of positive and negative. In this case an outdated typewriter is destroyed so that an incredible work of art can be created from its discarded components.
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