The melanchorhaspody 0606 of a space squid
...another compilation of sketches

cover, pg 01... 06n07...10n11...16n17...18n19...25...27...32

 

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The melanchorhaspody of a space squid is about an extraterrestrial who could not understand the earth's mechanism clockworks.
He was appalled by humans' disrespect and ignorance towards the rest of the world that/who aren't humans,
or are slightly different from themselves in terms of looks and religions.
He was disgusted that the pain of decapitated flowers decorating tables actually smells good.
He was saddened to see the world rely on it's feeding off one another -out of the need for survival and gratification- for balance.
It has a beautiful exterior but a brutal babaric interior.
Although the squid sees himself as an intellectual, local primitives saw him as food.
And he was hopelessly helpless about it.
Contemplation.
What is the purpose of life?
Why is it so precious, when all that is about, is survival? Is it the fear of death and physical pain?
We don't seem to see an insect's life worth treasuring,
when it is even unlawful and sinful for an individual to die or take a life of par without the public body's concent.
While the human population is tipping the earth's balance to the edge,
we can not tolerate that squirrel and beehive in that annoying tree obstructing our livingroom scenic view, on top of that hill, behind our yard.
If the gem of life lies in a chain of memories, mementos, lesiures and remembrance, they don't last forever either.
The only way to make my mind stop boggling is to tell myself that life is precious because it is selfishly personal.

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