Art of the day:

Marisa Kirisame from Touhou (artists pixiv linked on image). Known for her powerful “love colored master spark”, she is still simply an ordinary magician. I imagine most days for her are bright and sunny, until she is determined to fight youkai or a big bad when she becomes more determined and battles. Sometimes, we try too hard to be “ordinary”. The need feel that calm sense of stability. Yet we should express our love of life, our color, and show our spark, right? What’s good, and I often repeat, is routine. In an effort to keep myself posting, I’ve reformatted a bit. I’m not going to force myself to post everyday, but I will try write about these passing thoughts, longer memorable times, or something worrisome or concerning. Which brings us to todays post title: what color will tomorrow be? This is as you would guess from me, a song lyric.

Song for the day:

Mondo Grosso (aka Shinichi Osawa) is a well known DJ and producer in Japan. Under Mondo Grosso, Osawa leans into Jazz, or R&B type vibes. However, I know him most for his house DJ productions. He’s quite different as a DJ versus a producer, and either way you go you’re going to find an ear worm. “One Temperature” came on during this mornings commute and well, yes I thought of the weather. I also thought about climate in the “big picture”. It’s been unstable, to say the very least. Slammed with tons of snow, below zero temps, this weekend is forecasted to be in the 50s. The mass of snow and ice already melting, but I’m still scrapping off frost on my windshield every morning. What bit of sunlight started to stretch and warm the earth on my commute made me think of all the time I’ve taken for granted. Stability, and some sense of freedom without fear. What color will tomorrow be is a translated lyric in the song, with the theme of making it through the day and keeping “one temperature”.

Thought of the day:

With the other climate today (social), one temperature is near impossible to keep. It’s heated, and suddenly it’s deathly cold and disparaging. Depending on who I’m with, more than ever I feel the need to be this chameleon like creature and force myself into quick adaptation, changing into whatever color I need to be to blend in. Keep quiet, be agreeable. One temperature. Calm. 73F. Not to warm or cold. Steady. This is all a facade. This is all for the sake of survival. While I feel happy when the sun rises and I can see todays color, I’m afraid to express that. When others cast darkness, I let it pass through me and take shelter. My color is muted. My tone is neutral. Professional. If this world is truly a stage, if we’re players in a game… then we’re censored, and slowly marching into nothing. Even so, ultimately our nihilistic overlord can’t take away my color. Inside, there’s a love colored spark I share with those closest to me.