The Happiest day of my life
Because of the title, I thought that this handout is about happiness. For a second, I was thinking that what is my happiest day - not a clue.
Nobody would think that breaking their stuff is fun or happy but as I read this handout, I wanted to break my stuff. There was time that I felt so overwhelming and brake down. I literary wanted to be broken down. Instead of my body, I would be happy by breaking down my stuff or watching it. That would be my happiest day, too.
I wonder that did he ever had hard time to let it break. I might do. There are some stuff that I do not want to be broken.
Why is this "breaking down" art? Because an artist did, so is it art? Sometime, I wonder how far the contemporary art goes.
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