a day in the life of piano monkey

thanks to the techy inventions and advances, monkey is able to enjoy all kinds of things in life. and im not just talking about the conveniences of indoor plumbings and a/c units in a sweltering humid days (as yyz has been for last couple days. thank god we get some sun and nice wind for next couple days). the beauty or may be the irony of the technological advancement is that it allows indirect experiences of old beauties, things that were born ages before all these gizmos and machines. such as music, arts, etc etc etc. there are genres of arts that survives somewhat independently of the flow of time. i say architecture and literature may fall into that category. i mean, this is a gross generalization as no art can survive without a context and that particular context is inevitably effected by the given or chosen point of time. but unlike some genres, architecture, paintings and literature do survive that time-gap somewhat intact; in comparison, other disciplines such as music an...

the sky has a gigantic rip in yyz today layers and layers of clouds desperate to patch it up but alas no use, the city is drenched with water, once graceful and clear now just furiously pushing toward the public sewer all grimes dirts parts of unknown things all swirling into numerous small angry maelstroms and i am soaked to my toes, through my shoes chilled wet pathetic in the city where it's all shades of cold, concrete grey, i am a pale blue ghost of a self empty sack of skin as if someone has sucked the life-sustaining blood out of me, leaving me only with skin and bones, barely hung together, then further drenched in cold summer rain kind of the day where one is tempted to slit a wrist of something just for some colour. among the sense of needless desperation i ran through the rain with an umbrella, also broken, hinges torn, a thin metal skeleton which no longer fits into itself the black nylon hangs limp, an umbrella that does not block the rain.

when a wall crashses, there is much commotion- much noise, dirt. the larger and older the wall is, the larger the echo of its fall. when it's freshly fallen, it's very funny to see that untouched, unused part of the ground that stands on now one continuous piece of ground. grass that are little taller, collections of pebbles, that kind of things. doesnt matter how clean you've picked up the pieces, it's apparent mess. persons whose been around for a bit would remember that big dramatic fall of the berlin wall. not only things fell apart, people fell apart, away from their artificial segregation, limitation, definition and safety. now, unless you take some serious effort and change everything else around it, let's say, put a new patch of grass that goes 'over' the parts (which is a very bizarre thing to watch, people rolling out live patches of grass, as if it's just a piece of carpet), or put bricks on top of it to create a stoned path etc., it sta...