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I’ve always wanted to spend a stretch of time living near the ocean, becoming familiar with it’s patterns, memorizing it’s infinite rhythm. I think that the experience could being me closer to God. Some things in this world are impossible to perceive with our full minds. They overload our perceptual systems. Somehow, I know, that the overload resets me, it resets us all. It takes us back to something new, something primitive. It brings us to the place where we go when we hear a perfectly played instrument. When we see a piece of art with that strange mysterious quality – it takes us there. And it’s like the way we feel when we hear a perfect and unique line in a film (“You are so money and you don’t even know it!”) or read a favorite passage of a favorite novel.
The weather is changing here, the wind in Austin brings cool numb toes and fingers. Autumn is coming. Is this too the same wind we feel from the ocean?
Right now a butterly is migrating south and a small bird who lost it's mother is doing that as well. I am sleeping in my bed, listening to my dreams, and forgetting to remember them or record them on a small spiral notebook on my bedstand. The notebook which I have not placed there yet is white with blue lines lightly painted across it's surface. Right now, from far away, the entire planet is blue and white clouds obscure part of the surface. Right now someone you love is asleep and dreaming. Right now the caffeine is wearing off.
Right now the words I am writing seem less useful than dreaming.
The weather is changing here, the wind in Austin brings cool numb toes and fingers. Autumn is coming. Is this too the same wind we feel from the ocean?
Right now a butterly is migrating south and a small bird who lost it's mother is doing that as well. I am sleeping in my bed, listening to my dreams, and forgetting to remember them or record them on a small spiral notebook on my bedstand. The notebook which I have not placed there yet is white with blue lines lightly painted across it's surface. Right now, from far away, the entire planet is blue and white clouds obscure part of the surface. Right now someone you love is asleep and dreaming. Right now the caffeine is wearing off.
Right now the words I am writing seem less useful than dreaming.
1 Comments:
I feel exactly the same.
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Asterisk 8, 2:11 PM
Asterisk 8, 2:11 PM
