The story of the sea
Long ago, men went to sea and women waited for them, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. With each moment, the wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment i can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow?
There's an odd sort of
relief in burying yourself in work- a sense of detachment from reality, where nothing but the words on the pages and the images in your mind matters. My eyes hurt and my brain screams but I’d keep going. ‘Working yourself to the bone’ shall be my new mantra. After all, sleep is for the weak.
And I remember all those crazy things you said You left them running through my head All those crazy things we did Didn’t think about it just went with it You’re always there, you’re everywhere But right now I wish you were here
Sensation vs Perception
What I’m studying right now is so mind-fucking I just have got to spew here. So if sensation is the actual awareness of our sensory organs to environmental stimuli; and perception is our brain’s processing of that sensation by our standards, then the question becomes- what happens in between? Everything is subjective and everything is relative. Gosh, this is so awesome. How such a...
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