This Monument.

From the desk of Vitasta Raina

Time: irrelevant 

Such is the nature of 

ephemeral art, she said,

It is fleeting.

You do not live in it,

You do not dwell upon it.

It comes like a flash of molten

lava, erupting from volcanoes 

of dopamine ridden stories- love, drugs, peculiarities,

bullshit. 

We are the rocks on the shores,

ever wary of these surges.

We are wave-breakers.

Disengaging from idle life,

disengaging from grammar.

I am not you,

and you are not me.

Tonight we will paint together,

the oulines of tomorrow. 

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From Bombay, with love.

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