through the snow climbs of canada
I visited the Getty Center on Saturday. Whatever. But within the pile of artsy trash and elitist fountains, it was ironic that I found the single most beautiful thing in our world. A diamond in the rough, beauty in the machine, freedom of being: my life has fit into a macrocosmic space. I think I spotted true beauty. And it didn't kill me.
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