In a letter to the botanist:
art can reflect a genuine and considerable biological adaptation shaped by our
have been clouding the same unconscious audience —
buttered by empty promises, simple desires delusions —
again and again to maintain the narrative
origins of species, origin as in
fossils of the kind
deeply seated in human nature,
attention rooted in the sense of aesthetic harmony —
attention through these feelings longing —
neurons and deepest nature attempt to make sense of the knee
jerk itself, spin doctors hammer it to get a rise.
The feelings are not only emotional beings but advertising
butter, a rigorous evolutionary experience of the emotion as mere use of signs,
So...Predictable reaction, re-enactment, limits in space for shelves to fit all sizes.