The irony of memory is that it is created from scratch with each recall. Hastily slapped together from sensory recollections. Eventually your memory becomes a mere caricature, a glorified shadow of the real thing. And the greater irony is that you'll never know when that happens.
Sunday, July 17, 2016
Tuesday, July 12, 2016
Saturday, July 2, 2016
Sunday, May 22, 2016
Sunday, April 24, 2016
"The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real ... for a moment at least ... that long magic moment before we wake."
Kudoclasm: When Lifelong Dreams Are Brought Down to Earth
Saturday, April 23, 2016
There exists, for everyone, a sentence - a series of words - that has the power to destroy you. Another sentence exists, another series of words, that could heal you. If you're lucky you will get the second, but you can be certain of getting the first.”
― Philip K. Dick
Adronitis: n. frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone,wishing instead that you could start twith sharing your deepest secrets first and then work your way out over time to the casual banter.
Sunday, April 17, 2016
“People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.”
― Neil Gaiman
Keta: An image that inexplicably leaps back into your mind from the distant past
Saturday, April 9, 2016
Friday, December 18, 2015
What's done is done and has been done for quite a while.
When you don this mantle of creative enterprise your destiny lies in the realm of the 'could be's' and the 'might be's.
That is where you must flow toward and that is where the true battle lies.
Just as your ephemeral muse strums her song to the tune of your imagination,
So should your dreams have an effervescence of the unimaginable that makes you ebb for more.
It is the cost and it is the prize.
Thursday, October 22, 2015
Time is a companion that goes with us on a journey. It reminds us to cherish each moment, because it will never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we have lived."
- Jean Luc Picard
Ambedo: A Moment You Experience For Its Own Sake. A kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—briefly soaking in the experience of being alive, an act that is done purely for its own sake.
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
“Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.”
― Neil Gaiman
kairosclerosis. n . the moment you realize that you're currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it's little more than an aftertaste.