I want to run

I want to run. Run like Forrest. I mean to really really keep running. Run far far away. At first there will be paved roads in the concrete jungle. Towering edifices of man's creations will surround me. Then there will come the ghettos, a reminder of the ills that plague society. I will run nimbly avoiding the feces. Then there will come the rich villas, with the manicured lawns. I will swiftly run past the pretty poodles and their prettier masters. Then there will come the freeways, those 6 lane conduits to far far away. I will jump over the barrier onto bylanes and I will run, run into the fields. Then there will come cattle and there will come streams. I will run past them as they mulch and gurgle away. Then there will come the railroad , cutting across the land. I will run along the tracks as the train thunders past. Then there will come the forest, a paradise of green. I will run like a mohawk and follow the wolves. Then there will come the mountains, there will come the ice. I will be chilled to the bone and my legs will hurt. But I will run, run as far as I can, with the eagle watching over me. Then there will come loneliness, a strange new friend. One who is always there but never by your side. And I will run , run into the desert. My throat will be parched and my tongue will be dry. The rattlesnakes and the scorpions will watch as I run past them. Finally, there will come a cliff. A cliff overlooking a vast ocean. I will stretch out my arms and in a perfect 10.0 jump, I will dive into the ocean. I will fall through the sky, and the wind will rush past my ears. Then there will be a splash, and I will dive deep deep under. It will be worth it, certainly it will.

Fireflies

What an amazing sight...! Tiny little flash bulbs going off every now and then. Trees decorated with little lights. Almost seemed like christmas is here. There's something about these bugs that brings so much joy. It makes me feel like a kid again. Reminds of a Durga Puja that I spent in Patna once. I want to run and catch these things. Collect a jar full of these flashing bugs. Heck, it even reminded me of the glowworm in James and the Giant peach.The one that became the torch of lady liberty and saved the city of its electric bills.

In the future everyone will be famous for 15 minutes

I live in the city of Pittsburgh. Incidentally this is where Andy Warhol was born. The city has a museum in his honor. A visit to this museum was in my list of things to do for a long time. I made it happen today. A bit of wikishagging and some fundae from my officemate later I felt equipped enough to take on a day of modern art. Not just any modern art, but Pop art of Americana. The essential principle of pop-art is to take the everyday banal object and elevate it to the status of art. Coke bottles, soup cans, carton boxes, anything can become art. Thus like pop-music, anybody can appreciate pop-art. This is quite an empowering concept. Art traditionally belongs to the bigwigs, the connoisseurs. The man on main street can make no claim about art. But hey, pop art was this radical commie concept. Everyone now wielded the wand of making art. Andy Warhol in a sense was a revolutionary.

One of the famous things that he said was that "In the future everyone will be famous for 15 minutes". Bravo.