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Happy Year of the Dragon!
I love the idea of kintsugi so here's a porcelain dragon that highlights the broken seams with gold. Despite all the pains of hardships in life, we are beautiful.
KINTSUGI
I learned kintsugi so I could fix my favorite broken mug.
The art that meant golden joinery,
Golden repair.
But I never thought about what it meant.
Why would I? I fixed my mug.
Until I broke,
Until I saw cracks within people that I love.
That was the moment I realized
Kintsugi isn't just for fixing ceramics
It is not to say what didn't kill you made you stronger.
It is to show what didn't kill you is now a part of your story.
A significant piece of who you are.
For better or worse,
whether it made you stronger, weaker, or traumatized,
It's. Still. You.
So we pick up the broken pieces of ourselves and the ones we love
And we put it back together with golden glue,
As best as we can.
We assure our loved ones not to conceal their scars
We promise them the glued parts aren't ugly.
That the cracks are now like a golden vein,
a vein through which ichor flows.
The same ichor that Gods bled is now,
Keeping us immortal for a while.
135/365 // 21/31 of March of Robots 2019 - kintsukuroi / kintsugi teacup robot
I'll have to make a record of this before I forget so,
Kintsugi - on March seventh, I came to an idea. Eventually, this idea was called Kintsugi, named after the Japanese art of putting broken pottery back together with gold. Which is the only way to describe the main idea of the story.
It follows a young man who uses a wheelchair (I've not developed this story well enough to know why), he's in college and has an adoration for pottery, of which he owns many pieces. But he feels like he's fallen into a nightmare of monotonous life, and endless cycle of class, sleep and commuting. One push, and then another, waiting for life to change. While sitting in class one day, a tardy student comes to sit next to (oh god wait I don't have names.. (we'll call them 1 and 2 stfu)) 1, who is strangely attracted to this carefree mess of a man. After sharing some missed notes with 2, 1 is introduced to a new way of see life. Become close friends, 2 teaches 1 to enjoy a crisp view of the world, one filling with unbridled love and optimism. This evolution is tackled delicately enough over the course of serveral chapters. Eventually, while hanging out one evening 1 discovers 2 was never everything 1 thought he was. There's no short way to write this scene without doing a great injustice. Basically 2 was only ever as you chose to see him, a prefect piece of porcelain, or Kintsugi.
Inspiration comes from basically anywhere, but sometimes I want something to occupy my mind as I live. So I make stories from small fragments of inspiration. Usually agitation, if I'm being honest. Sometimes they come from small bits of hope. Those are always my favorite.
Today I believe it was hope. Maybe optimistically, I want to believe it was hope.