I N / O U T VA N G O G H ’ S NIGHTS • Shortly after seeing four paintings’ readings. I found out how I’m able to make my owns essays.
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talk about two of Van Gogh’s masterpieces “the night cafe” & “ at the cafe”. Both are linked the same way as these whites words to this black blank . A BEAUTIFUL O U T S TA N D I N G N I G H T, UNDER SOME DEEP BLUE D A R K , A W AY F R O M T H E BLUES... NOT THE MUSIC. A LOT OF PEOPLE R E L A X I N G , TA K I N G A B AT H O F F R E S H S E N S AT I O N S , AND SOME COLDS FEELINGS OF ACHIEVEMENTS , HOPES, E X P E C TAT I O N S . A R E T H E S E PEOPLE REAL. IS THIS NIGHT REALM, ARE THESE HEARTS’ MOUVEMENT P H Y S I C A L LY A P P R O V E D . N O , T H AT ’ S J U S T A N ILLUSION CALLED LIFE, I’M NOT SURE OF IT BEING AN I L L U S I O N O R A R E A L I T Y. . . E M P T Y S E AT S , F U L L H E A R T S . J O Y, C A L M LY TA L K I N G , L A U G H I N G . L I V I N G . A C I N E M AT O G R A P H I C V I E W, O U R M A I N CHARACTERS ARE PEOPLE, SKY AND LIFE . THIS MOON M AY B E T H E F I R S T O N E T H E Y ’ V E E V E R T E S T E D P E A C E AT, M AY BE THE LAST ONE, EVEN MOONS AND MOODS ARE A F F E C T E D B Y T H E R E L AT I V I T Y I F R E A L I T Y. INSIDE/OUTSIDE L I G H T / D E AT H LIFE/DARK O N O U R W AY T O L I F E W E PA S S E D B Y A M I X E R , T H AT ’ S W H Y WE’RE CAPPUCCINO. WE’RE HUMANS. O U T S I D E A G A L L E R Y O F P E O P L E ’ S FA C E S , I N S I D E A M U S E U M OF IDENTITIES. GLASSES, BOTTLES AND A LOT OF EMPTY S E AT S . A N A P O C A LY P T I C S C E N E F E AT U R E D B Y A N I R R E S I S T I B L E M I S E R Y. Y O U C A N E A S I LY R E A D T H E I R L I V E S ’ T R A C E S , A M A N ’ S FA C E I S A L O N G - S H O R T S T O R Y A U T H O R E D B Y L I F E ’ S T I M E S . C O L O R S , W H AT ’ S U S E F O R T H E M W H E N L I F E IS COLORLESS. I ADMIRE HOW YELLOW REFLECTS THE REAL DEPRESSION, SORRY THEORISTS IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH J O Y. S O M E O F U S L I K E H O W I T ’ S W R I T T E N , T H E Y J U S T G E T USED. THEY KILLED THEIR SORROWS .... I ’ M H E R E F A C I N G E C H O E S F R O M M Y PA S T R E A L M , HANDS FULL OF TICKETS, NUMBERS AND NAMES A N D I S T I L L F E E L L O S T, L E F T A L O N E A N D C A L M W H O ’ R E Y O U ? W H E R E H AV E Y O U B E E N ? E L M I L O O K A R O U N D B U T I T ’ S Y O U T H AT I C A N ’ T R E P L A C E I T ’ S Y O U R I M A G E S T H AT I C A N T F A C E I’M STILL WASTED IN THE MIDDLE OF NO PLACE