letters to thailand - part 6

To the boys and girls of the LEO CLUB
C/o the honourable chairperson BeeBee,
The Construction View Hotel Ao Nang, Krabi

WHO’S AFRAID OF RED, YELLOW AND BLUE?

My dear friends, how fondly do I remember those simmering nights at The Last Café, the full moon pulling its weight as we were pondering the magic that is chaos… the joy we felt at the notion that the wing beats of countless moths fluttering about, could actually ripple yet another faraway beach.

It seems completely lost to this society where the glistening shine of chaos is mercilessly blunted…the grain of life replaced by a darker shade of grey.
Streets, bars, shopping malls…they are all teeming with would be individualists, confusing their status quo with independence, not recognizing being a mere fractal…an object similar to itself on all scales, a matter of self similarity.
Just get out your boy scout magnifying glasses and discover that each fractal looks exactly the same as the original shape…a clone born out of chaos.

If you need some convincing that virtually everything is made up of fractals just get some paints, say red, yellow and blue and indulge into beautifying the apartment of mister imperturbable himself by splattering those colours onto the walls. Now just zoom in to the point where you realize that, apart from blood, sweat and sperm stains, inside the red there is a spec of yellow and inside the yellow a spec of blue…ad infinitum.
Where this could be a wonderful celebration of shape and colour, society just shows us an ugly face…degrading it to an incestuous affair.
Meanwhile I cannot defractalize myself from it all…unless I would travel to another dimension there is no escaping this mask of horror.

letters to thailand - part 1
letters to thailand - part 2
letters to thailand - part 3
letters to thailand - part 4
letters to thailand - part 5