Filed under: thinking
when bored, go deep in thought. when deep in thought, rediscover.
i have rediscovered my love for magical realism (the genre (in whatever art form: literature or visual art) where magical elements appear in realistic settings). for a long time, all this appetite for things enchanting and dreamy and exquisite has been suppressed by matters superficial and non-essential (you know, like work).
this is michael parkes’ gargoyles
it shows a child discovering magic for the first time.
anyway, getting up yesterday was more unique than most days this past two years. although it still was a sorry wakefulness with vague memories of unfamiliar dreams, the willingness to get up was stronger, though not remarkably, than usual. this a feat because i am given to ardent reluctance when it comes to peeling myself away from smooth blankets and downy pillows. really though, it’s not the bed but the actual sleep itself which i am very sad to leave behind. could this be a form of escapism?
today brought in the same kind of waking. a quick flurry of the sheets, with bleary eyes and semi-sleepwalk stupor, i found my way into the shower within seconds. only the shot of cold tap made me realize that i was truly awake.
i figure this is because i am again reading the kind of literature that i am purposefully inclined towards (i have committed the business and OD books for termites to feast on). that is, i have found (or re-found, if there’s such a word) another form of escape aside from sleep.
my life again is going to be a story of vicarious pleasures. should i be worried about my perception of reality soon? but at least this beats the hell out of sleeping all the time.
