At some point a wrote silly little poem about a war against General Depression(don't ask me to explain, I forget it at this point). Somehow, I think Fortune Cookie was the hero(or was her name Cookie Fortune?).
She's supposed to be caught between chaos and order, as demostrated by her clothes. Although you lose detail, I prefer the one with the abstract background. Depending on my mood I can see it as chaos moving in on her or butterfly wings developing from her. I suppose it's a sort of Rorschach. |
