Hi, my name's Daniela and I have no idea who I am. Welcome to my mind; feel free to explore and touch anything you want.
Just don't make too much noise.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Weekend: relax reader / Fin de semana: relax lector (ilustración de Daryl Zang)
Hush a bye baby…
It was a dream. I met you when you were a young child, maybe 4 or 5 years old. Surprisingly articulate and well-spoken, innocent, piercing light eyes, thick dark hair (although it was curly, which was strange. Perhaps you grew out of it?). You wore a black wristwatch on your little arm.
It was a story of time-travel - utterly surreal, abstract and nonsensical but perfectly acceptable and unquestioned in a dream. You had told your younger self everything that happened, as though you were an older brother sharing his story (was it a warning?); and now, little, naive, innocent you was telling the story to grown-up me, unaware of who I was, unaware that I was part of that story, unaware that I knew. I wondered if, before you met little you after all the time-travelling, adult you remembered that you’d met me when you were a child. Maybe that was why you would fall in love with me when you would meet me in the future - why you had fallen in love with me when you met me in the past. Like something in the deepest recesses of your memory stirred a connection upon the unconscious call of a past life, of which I was, unknowingly, very much a part. As though I was always going to be a part of it. Did you love me, then, because of this inevitability? Or was this inevitability because you were always supposed to love me?
- woah, my dreams never fail to amaze me, the complexity and richness to impress me - I suppose this is one of the effects that metaphysics lectures about time-travel have on your mind, even unconsciously!
Freud and his couch.
That strange moment when you have a flashback of a moment in a distant dream triggered by apparently nothing significant. What a surreal sensation.
There are so many beautiful things about this video.
Found on the cubicle door in a lovely little pub in St. Andrews when I went to visit my sister studying there. Quite a nice message to read while you pee! Haha!
“Come to the edge,” He said. – Guillaume Apollinaire
You’ll have a good, secure life when being alive means more to you than security, love more than money, your freedom more than public or partisan opinion, when the mood of Beethoven’s or Bach’s music becomes the mood of your whole life … when your thinking is in harmony, and no longer in conflict, with your feelings … when you let yourself be guided by the thoughts of great sages and no longer by the crimes of great warriors … when you pay the men and women who teach your children better than the politicians; when truths inspire you and empty formulas repel you; when you communicate with your fellow workers in foreign countries directly, and no longer through diplomats…
Wilhelm Reich (via randomglory)
You think the end justifies the means, however vile. I tell you: the end is the means by which you achieve it. Today’s step is tomorrow’s life. Great ends cannot be attained by base means. You’ve proved that in all your social upheavals. The meanness and inhumanity of the means make you mean and inhuman and make the end unattainable.
Wilhelm Reich (via randomglory)
