I wish I could convey how thick with dread my whole being feels (the most solidly I've ever felt my field) at the prospect of yet another month enduring The Turn of the Screw. Though I probably wouldn't even if I could. Cruelty is not my style.
This brings up another unusual for me feeling of regret that I was never inclined to try to learn to astral project - or lucid dream, for that matter. Usually I wouldn't trade the ride I'm having inside of my skin for all the stars in this galaxy, but lately the space is feeling cramped.
Speaking of skin collides with another reflection on your post: similar childhood snapshots of times listening to vinyl while perusing the coffee table books. One well worn read was a dense hardcover of LIFE magazine's award winning photos. The image branded into memory most deeply is the napalm burned naked child running, screaming through the lens. Wondering now about which album would have been playing the first thing that comes to mind is a favorite (at that time) recording of Uncle Remus' stories.
Life is never dull. I don't understand boredom. Do you get bored?
I wish I could convey how thick with dread my whole being feels (the most solidly I've ever felt my field) at the prospect of yet another month enduring The Turn of the Screw. Though I probably wouldn't even if I could. Cruelty is not my style.
This brings up another unusual for me feeling of regret that I was never inclined to try to learn to astral project - or lucid dream, for that matter. Usually I wouldn't trade the ride I'm having inside of my skin for all the stars in this galaxy, but lately the space is feeling cramped.
Speaking of skin collides with another reflection on your post: similar childhood snapshots of times listening to vinyl while perusing the coffee table books. One well worn read was a dense hardcover of LIFE magazine's award winning photos. The image branded into memory most deeply is the napalm burned naked child running, screaming through the lens. Wondering now about which album would have been playing the first thing that comes to mind is a favorite (at that time) recording of Uncle Remus' stories.
Life is never dull. I don't understand boredom. Do you get bored?