via the sixth land. MIKLOS KISS
The chair is there. But there is no one to sit in it, because the building is abandoned. And even if they wanted to, they couldn't.
It's silly to explain that. You can tell by looking at it.
What i should explain ,I suppose, is that like many people with artistic leanings, I feel like my thoughts on their own don't matter.
It's not enough to be a chair. If no one can sit on it, it only looks like a chair. It's not fulfilling it's purpose.
It's not enough to be able to sing. If no one hears you, you aren't a singer.
But, are thoughts like that? Do they have to be shared? Do other people have to hear them, or see them, or feel what I feel in order for these thoughts and feelings to matter? If they make an impression, and take them into their memories or minds, will that make them last longer? Or are the thoughts or the music or the feelings only really there in the exact moment the impression is made?
Maybe that's why many artists are so lousy at being normal people. They take all the parts of themselves that are worthwhile and put it onstage or on a CD, and give it away. Maybe it's because they know that's the only way it has a chance to last.
