I really haven't posted in a while.

In a way I'm glad I've taken a moment to step back from this internet journal and indulge in living life without a constant need to urgently document what I fear I will forget.

I recently had a conversation with a girl on tumblr, and our conversation turned introspective and I feel an earthly calmness and nirvana overtaking my conscience as I reflect on what we talked about. It's a weird feeling of piece and reflective eloquence. It's like my tongue is buzzing and vibrating softly, purring. It's weird, but comforting. Weird. Everything is weird.

My thoughts on vision:

it's insane when you begin to realize how many people have seen the sites you've seen, created memories with these sites based around their own experiences, and yet you realize that their memories and their vision of these sites is completely different from yours even if they viewed it from the same angle as you. vision and site are so intriguing because it's completely individual. it's almost an autonomous experience, the ability to see, because you have complete jurisdiction over what you choose to take away from the image in front of you. eyes are incredible because they're like mirrors and windows; we're outside the glass, and we're the only ones who get to determine what's inside the house. it's fascinating. 

All these photos are from tumblr. Sources have been lost at sea like stolen treasure destined to sink to the sandy floor never to be seen again. The third to the bottom is Picasso's. Pure genius.

1 comment:

  1. love this post. I know what you mean about documenting things....sometimes I feel like unless I take photos/write about something, I'll forget it happened or it won't feel as real or something. It's strange.



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