in search of the perfect imperfection

[image: kk+; pender street bus]

imagine, if you can, a world so blurred
that its inhabitants are one another
- an idiotc monster of negation:
so timid, it would rather starve itself
eternally than run the risk of choking;
so greedy, nothing satisfies its hunger
but always huger quantities of nothing-
a world so lazy it cannot dream;
so blind, it worships its own ugliness:
a world so false, so trivial, so unso,
phantoms are solid by comparison.

--e.e. cummings