The interface: Man-monkey-art

Though at the risk of imputing meaning that surely isn't part of this event, I liked this image on my LCD and some how felt like building a story around it. The monkey and her baby, of all places decided to rest on thick sheets of brightly painted human motifs, and that did not disturb the man who would be selling hours, days and weeks of pouring over these lines and breathing life into them.

Did the monkey dream about these paintings that night, about the streams, groves and countryside drawn in these pictures, more like a flight of fantasy away from this market surrounded by monsters of metals that wheel out at great speeds….

I know, this sounds way too close to death by excessive linearity of discourses….but what the heck