FIVE AESTHETICS CHALLENGE. *
EMOTIONS / FEELINGS . *
a cascading, deep loneliness as far - reaching as the stars.
a niggling, little fear like the ticking of a clock.
the urgent need to rebel.
an all encompassing curiousity and wonder; like fresh - damp dew.
a distant rage that was once awake but now sleeps on the far - reaches of space.
GREETINGS . *
an estatic, over - excited smile.
the harmonious whirring of the universe.
running; always running. at high speeds. towards you.
a frantic grab of the hand.
a re - assuring promise of salvation.
COLORS . *
the cobalt blue of an old police box.
silver, like sheffield steel.
the cross-crossing fusia’s and lavenders of a galaxy.
burnt orange like the grasses of home.
the purity of white.
SCENTS . *
the steely tang of something metallic.
the antique, moth - balled smell of something forgotten.
freshly brewed tea in a cosy kitchen.
the unmistakable bitterness of an electrical fire.
fresh - air; wild and wide and new.
CLOTHING . *
trousers that don’t quite cover the ankle, or turn - ups on jeans.
long hooded coats that somehow seem comfortable - over - intimidating.
autumn cardigans.
steel - rimmed goggles attached to a welder’s mask.
dungerees; badges and patches cob - webbed across their acid - washed denim.
OBJECTS . *
a newly - crafted sonic screwdriver.
an hour - glass with magnetic sand: being pulled up and down and twisted.
goggles; electrical sauteing reflecting in their lenses.
momento’s; clutter and chaos, strewn across grates from which steam erupts.
a custard cream of course.
VICES / BAD HABITS . *
walls raised high: you are friendly but not close. can’t let anyone in.
long winded monologues that have long since lost the audience.
a lack of understanding of social cues.
escalating rage to a devastating peak.
too much investment in your own hero complex.
BODY LANGUAGE . *
child - like wonder gleaming in widened eyes.
arm raised high, device in hand, everything must be done with a flourish.
chin held high in pre - emptive determination.
scrunched up nose of disapproval.
legs shoulder width apart and hands on the hips: you shall not be moved.
AESTHETICS . *
the first crunch of grass under the foot on a new world.
the empty, echoing beauty of a galaxy as it slowly ebbs further away from it’s kin.
clipped angel wings, ragged and darkening at their tips.
the way microscope lenses can hold patterns like kaleidoscopes.
a bustling space - port full of the injured and weeping after a disaster, where one lonely figure can slip away freely.
SONGS . *
saturn / sleeping at last
human / of monsters and men
starlight / muse
just one yesterday / fall out boy
who are you really ? / mikky ekko
world on fire / les friction
bonus : i am a scientist / the dandy warhols
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