Opening remarks

A pleasant enough weekend and May has arrived quite splendidly.

An orchid flower joins a cherry blossom from yesterday.

Today, one of the orchid flowers fell gently onto the table, led by a small gust of cool wind. But it graced us with its beauty for a little while- and so, it was not sad at all.  The same with people who come and go who bring some measure of the beautiful in life.  Mourning is for the guilty.

I watched a beautiful documentary today in anticipation of tomorrow, of two artists.  There was no pretense there, and the issue of what art could be was again brought to the forefront. What is Art?  In the film, one artist commented that perhaps making art was itself immoral. Perhaps, but only if it has nothing true behind it.

This afternoon, I made myself some Earl Grey tea of the Twinings variety.  Now, this is a leftover from my days of high school when I used to go to cafes with a certain person, and drinking it evokes the memory of this person.  But today it seemed to have lost its every flavor, as if it had been sitting on the shelf for too long- like some memories.

Earl Gray always reminds me of that corner table at Caffe Reggio

Just some small nothing thoughts to open the month.