If beauty is harsh, all that is harsh is beautiful. Perhaps “beauty” isn’t supposed to feel like we think it is. Maybe it doesn’t fill you with warmth, but jolts your senses, strings your brain or causes your eyes to twitch. Maybe beauty can be found in almost anything. Jarring frequencies, moody drumscapes, fearful listening 🎧 The way the freezing wind makes patterns with the rain, or how tears create new tracks on our cheeks every time we cry. A woman consumed with anger at injustice. The emptiness of missing someone. The unconventionalities of life.
