By choice. Not chance or circumstance.
Choosing to read books. Choosing to listen to music. Choosing to doodle art. Choosing to cook. Choosing to work hard(er).
There’s a backlog of wish-lists, and I am sure they wish they weren’t lists. Are we just a someday for you? The power of lists is not in the action of adding items to the list, but in striking them out.
I am seeking mediums that do not arrest imagination. Like Radio, to an extent. But, more, like books. I don’t know how you read books, but for me, every wall, every nook and corner of a scene, has to come alive (in my head).
then the line between imagination, construction, and dreams becomes blurred. the mystery of, “did I imagine it, did I dream it, and why it occurred to me”, is scary and exciting at the same time. for you never know the truth, but you experience it, for sure.
The visual oozing, has stunted me. In active imagination, I am (was) enslaved by what I saw. Those visuals became my constructs. No more.
Before you can show me, I’d like to see for myself.