I heard this song at a restaurant called White Tiger while waiting for sriracha tacos to- go. We were late for a football game. I had taken half a little blue pill that made the world slightly lopsided and cocked like a rabbit with a lazy ear and a perplexing question. The walls were covered in art made by elementary school students. My favorite was called “Elemental Crazyness” and featured a tornado challenging an erupting volcano, a tsunami taking out the stars. And, inexplicably, a peace symbol in the midst of it all.
I wanted to keep this painting. I wanted it on my wall in a room with nothing else in it except a chair to sit in. But how can you ask to price of the art of a fifth grader, especially one who seems to understand balance in the way it truly exists–a fight between two equal chaoses?
I wish I could wash my eyes of everything they have seen and start with this painting–and then see everything after as Elemental Crazyness. I can be the girl running with the cage and you get to be freedom.
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