Always, after it rains I can see a rainbow from my window. A brilliant arc of colours that curves into the sky. It appears suddenly but fades much too quickly. One of the things I find lovely in Melbourne.
The thing about beautiful things is, it is thought-provoking yet simultaneously it hinders thinking. Rationality, of any kind at all destroys beauty. Also why one should never seek logic in art yet logic is art. A beautiful paradox.
Wrote a poem bout the rainbow but I won't post any more of my silliness here.
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