Rohan and I spent our day at this place. When he was born I noticed some weird "shadow" on one of his eyes. I was adamant that it be checked to ensure nothing serious. Thankfully, his eyes are functioning perfectly and the weird "shadow" (it almost looks like he's got a contact on) seems to be part of his normal anatomy. I'm so thankful to live so close to @mayoclinic and for the amazing employees who work so hard to make sure even the tiniest of patients are taken care of (and that their moms are comfortable, too...). •
Side note: how beautiful are these @chihulystudio chandeliers?!?!
Why do we like broken things?
I have a guess, to which you may disagree and turn to me with better, approved, and deeper studied theories, to which I would be pleased to read about.
When I was younger, I was very, very clumsy. I used to fall a lot when running, even though I was alone and I didn't have anyone to blame. I used to drop things by accident. To break them. My mother hated it, she would get incredibly mad for everything I broke.
Broken things became rubbish instantly. To the garbage. Nowhere to be seen again.
It turned out she didn't actually throw everything I broke. Some things she let them stay for some time. Some of the things I take photos of.
When you break something you don't break it. You add something more to it. Sometimes you have to take from them, you have to take it's use. You can create when breaking.
It's dumb to recreate this thought in a 2200 character statement, but the reason I like broken things if because of the Art of the Accidental. I find beauty and art in the shards of a broken dish. The paint when it's erasing from a wall can be accidentally beautiful.
You can fix it. But beauty always comes back, the next time it breaks.
I know its late.
By the way, travelling for three days. I miss my computer. I brought my notebook to write too.