Them

Their work,
Such color,
There is a feeling and truth to be found in the lie of their art.
Theirs is a symphony which is robust and purple and fills the spaces between the eyes with cracks of lightning across empty grey matter.

Mine.
Utility.
Function.
It is squares and scaffolds which support the lifeless and grotesque facade of a totalitarian edifice.
It is the base and despicable act of human building.

Theirs is the beauty of creation,
Theirs is the experience of feeling.