From the Archives - 8/6/13
A weekend of intense team work, creative bonding, epic emotional roller coaster, and an incredibly lifted temporary self part of a collective hive mind. A singular mind vision of a short film project, but in that human experience there was a loving connection in which both pleasures and pains were shared. This while in the present became me for the weekend. A self, part of a group of people in which we became an even bigger self. This was reality for my quantum self to inhabit. Real. Reality. The sensations prove it. The emotions prove it. The feelings prove it.
The next day. There is a sadness as subtle emotion in the background of the day. The weekend still fresh in my mind is starting to fade off into the distance. I can still feel it. I can still feel its reality. There is a sadness for saying goodbye to the temporary self I know I was all weekend. It still is me. I must let go of all I can’t keep with me. The real sensation encapsulating the weekend. As the memory seeps back into imagination the event becomes make-believe. Sure I might do this process faster then most individuals but this is the only distinction of reality and make-believe. When I choose to go back to this memory the mind might say its not real but my imagination makes it real because everything that’s imagined is real. There is this transition of time where reality becomes imagination and we forget what was once totally in our awareness. When we hold onto our memories of past as still effecting us in existence we haven’t let them go as not reality anymore.
This subtle distinction is very hard to put into words, I got lost in my own explanation. But maybe there is something in here that can help some sort of understanding.
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