Wednesday, July 15, 2009


I have noticed something peculiar. It has become impossible to fantasize. Sometimes, when walking between buildings at work, I'd wonder about winning the lotto or just being at the beach or someplace pleasant. None of that works, such thoughts arise but die a phantom's death.

It is not a sad feeling but one of being present. I mention because it was strong and apparent today. It was as if this new condition was introducing itself after a long nodding acquaintance as we passed by each other in the hallways of life.


Suecae Sounds said...

Sounds like a feeling of progress that has been solidified.

Anonymous said...

Maybe the staircase and the scene is this. The fantasizing movies you were playing to yourself (we all playing to ourselves) all this time, but now, they are gone, the staircase is empty. There is no soundtrack, the scene is empty and there is only now.

Lavanah said...

Oddly enough, this is where I've been for a while. It was disturbing at first, because a major crutch for dealing with society was taken from me. But maybe we don't need this particular crutch any longer? If anything, my visualization skills have gotten better, its the idle, distracting from reality daydreams that are gone. You, too?