Status Updates From Bluets

I don’t want this to end

“I am trying to talk about what blue means, or what it means to me, apart from meaning”.
Well if that ain’t it.

woah I’m obsessed?? this is really interesting and mesmerising and touching me more than I expected…💙

Ever so slightly - albeit as chorelessly as a Michelin starred chef de cuisine julienning the onion of humankind - closing in on the end, Bluets strikes so many museum glass-chambered awarenesses and curiosities, including the expectations a freshly ordained reader has for one’s foreseeable books; Nelson’s grotesquely candid authorship stands out from the crowd of artists who overconvey and distort their life.

Novalis’ narrative of a medieval leading man existing by the propelling force and at the expense of a flower speaks tormenting volumes, similar to Jonze’s Adaptation. The Ghost Orchid, like blue flowers only visible in the dreamland, is allegorical to the revolutionized value of success as humans. While poets and philosophers were referred to as many labels, life coaches and companies advise being singular.

Nelson feels an affinity for and fights against the concept of feeling blue almost like a widow running into her ex-husband alongside the mistress, very much aware of the complications and betrayal but equally disturbed by the past when the love still felt innocent and indestructible, at certain times of solitude insisting on that feeling. The flower opening in time lapse was perfect timing with Bed and Board.