Hello! I’m sure you’ve noticed that this page looks a bit different, and that’s because this is my little blog thing! I write things that I think about (most of them being kind of philosophical) and post them on here. Most of them are short entries, and many focus on the passage of time as well as nature.
I find it funny how much I fall for inanimate and even fictional things. The very famous Greek sculptures, for example, were all unexplainably beautiful. One of the most important and recognizable statues of all time; Michelangelo's David, is quite marvelous. It's so real yet so mythical, so fleshy yet so angular. His veins are so dreadfully detailed, and sometimes I wonder what it'd be like to touch such stone cold skin yet have it melt in your hands like ice during the summer. Another fetching Greek statue is the statue of Apollo discovered in Cyrene, Libya. The thing I love about this statue is that Apollo is presented as being both a blend of masculine and feminine, with his sinewy chest and shapely waist. His grace is shown (not very well anymore, since the poor thing was broken when found) through his lyre and the flowing of the silk running down his hips. It's safe to say that the Greeks did a very good job at displaying the allure of both their own people and their deities because my, oh my.
There's tons of people I've known or do currently know of and many are quite fascinating to me. Of course, me being the weird introvert that loves philosophy and diving into the human mind is always intrigued by people. I suppose you could say that I even study these people, not on purpose, not in a sinister way, just a way that I can find all the little things they do. Silly me; I know... they are the subjects of the artwork in my head. I obsess over their personalities and make it a point to notice everything throughout their conversations, even going as far as to base many of the characters I make up in my works. I love the idea of all these people, all these different humans who've no connections to me except for a simple step on a street, a seat near mine, or just a glance. I love them. Even the people I've known in the past are always up in my head. I store everything I knew about them in the corners of my brain and update them along the way, charting a course for my mind to develop a new version of them in my head to dream about. I swear I'm not trying to be creepy, not at all. I just find our species quite amazing, and my delicate web of attachments and memories makes it extremely difficult to not even think of these people once every day. If you ever find me staring, don't worry; I am not judging you, I am admiring your every move.
I'm at a period of life where I equally hate people as I do love them. Where I am thinking about someone constantly and not thinking about them at all. Where I am constantly holding grudges yet forgiving. Is there such a thing as being neutral? I hope so. This world is so conflicted that I think that we should all look into our souls and discover what could be neutrality, find that diamond in the rough. No one is perfect, so we must be neutral. Countless times, the universe has repeated itself. I think this is because we, as humans, have the current inability to find a middle ground. We must look through all perspectives and observe thoroughly without bias. It is quite like the law; the human mind, with justification, observation, deduction, et cetera. We see with bias, though, and we must try to undo this. I feel this will truly boost us all in our journey for discovery.
Weeping willows; such somber yet bewitching creatures. When their leaves sway in the wind, it looks as though a vortex is forming. Slow, shaky, circular. If they were truly some form of interdimensional transportation, I'd fall back through time just to apologize for what I did to you. I've no clue, though. Time travel is such an unruly subject to discuss, even with it being fiction; people either wish that they could turn back time or think that the dreamers have already had quite enough dreams in one life time... But I know if I could indeed go back, I would not mind if I messed the time up; for I would ruin a thousand timelines just to make sure we stayed friends, I would wait a thousand years for my saplings to grow, a couple decades to reach the leaves, and a lifetime going through countless dimensions searching for you. I would trace my steps, face my fears, and have full assurance that I will see you once more tomorrow without having to look away.