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rarely do i hear anyone talk about the sky. the weather, perhaps. why never the heavens? is it the fear of god? then why do we worship altars & not the clouds? why all the skyscrapers & their unnatural glow that hide the stars with their light pollution? why the billboards, which we never asked for, holding our attention to a muddy horizon? it is perplexing to say the least, how these claims of legacy defile the chance at wonderment.

and how the clouds will remind us of our place, our home. to travel among them is truly an accomplishment—the air is not for sale, yet—but if these scoundrels on their stolen land could have their way, surely it would cost simply to breathe. perhaps they build so tall to distract from what their heritage took, to make exclusive the simple right to live.

and those towers that have fallen are declared never to be forgotten, while casualties of our retribution are discarded without a thought or concern. reason is excused by power & prescriptions. any dissent is dutifully ignored.

so now the sky remains patient & observant as these tyrants with their gilded traditions seek to destroy it. their wars against life itself claimed to be historic while the stars are for witches they’ll burn at the stake once again, given the chance.

what peace the invention of cost has truly cost us. the dried blood in the soil is just propaganda—a threat, a prelude, a reminder to keep our heads down: do not look to the sky, do not dare to imagine. your lives are only worth a capitalist’s ambition.

stars are but ghosts, a haunting reminder the light we could shine with our silenced hearts has a potential to last forever.

“if this wasn’t a comedy it’d be a tragedy” moment of the day—

the media had an attempt to rehabilitate the image of george w bush over the past few years, which is pretty hilarious given the dude is a war criminal who started a war that killed hundreds of thousands of Iraqi civilians. meanwhile the fucker starts painting after & suddenly the mainstream accepts that as some sort of—i don’t know, apology? renewal?—i’m not sure what anyone involved is thinking, but it’s all absolute bullshit.

compare this to hitler, who started with painting & then went on to war crimes. i mean, both dudes lost the wars they started, had no regard for those they were killing & were largely celebrated by the population via the best propaganda outlets of their times. americans properly villainize hitler, but have somehow let bush just hang out on his ranch—even on the ‘left-leaning’ rachel maddow show.

hopefully once this empire falls there’ll be some sort of historical text that properly puts the bush/cheney act in its place, but my lord this country & its media are just so fucking atrocious in the face of basic humanity.

Colin Smith (b. 1982, based in Los Angeles) works in a form of assembly within and across disciplines, both in digital and analogue formats. Following in the ideas of media theorist Marshall McLuhan, the medium of his work is often dictated by its message—the diversity of projects that result are each an attempt to represent a particular thesis, a certain context.

Educated in graphic design and photojournalism, and self-taught in the visual arts, Smith has additionally worked as an art director, freelance designer or creative consultant for a variety of small businesses and independent clients around the world.

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