Empire Of The Senseless

It all started in a café not too far from here. You said meet me. I said wait. ‘My wife hasn’t fallen asleep yet.’ You waited. I never came. You stopped waiting. You walked into a museum. You were so proud to be out and about alone. I was so proud. I knew that I couldn’t live without you, but I wasn’t about to let you know. The first thing you wrote to me was that you couldn’t hold on tight enough, that you couldn’t keep me. From there on you decided you never wanted to let go. So I held on. You stopped at this one piece of art, the second floor I think. You were so stoic in thinking. I was lost in thought. I was running around the entire building mumbling to myself, ‘this is shit. This is all shit. Every picture looks the same and none of it looks like anything special to me. So you can paint a picture of the present, big stinking deal. I’ve seen the future and its smells a hell of a lot better than anything you call real. You’re calling it art these days are you? Fine. I think you’ve finally killed the noti