Make Time to Take Time

Citizens, the world affords you precious little space to be what you would.

We are hemmed in by walls of logic. Reason crushes our golden curls like a ridiculous uncle who mistakes abrasion for affection. Two steps to the left, three to the right, sit down, hands at ten and two, sixty minutes for lunch and ten for coffee. Thus we tick away the time allotted us.

So make space for what has no room in the digital world: surrealism. Play chess with tangerines. Laugh at Wyoming.  Paint smiley faces at the bottom of every coffee mug in the breakroom.

In Case of Water Landing, Apply Liberally to Face and Teeth

Citizens, this is not the time for timidity.

There are weighty issues afoot. The economy, civil rights, terrorism, the environment, the inexplicable popularity of Charlie Sheen – the stakes have never been higher. And there are still millions on millions of people whose minds are starving for the surreal.

The White Linen Pants Collective believes that we would all benefit from a greater sense of the surreal. Worlds spin around us in empty, pointless majesty. All that lives is born to diet. Surrealism is existential bravado in the face of repression, senility, and an endless parade of Adam Sandler movies. Practice it daily like a monk doing penance for a life misspent as a libertine.  Living weirdly is its own reward.

Go to a cafe and teach the tables Spanish. Invite a turtle to lunch. Fly a kite by moonlight. Kiss your flashlight goodnight. Write a movie script about a day in the life of a matchbook in your kitchen drawer. Wear your top hat and tails to the high school track meet.

Live, citizens! Live!