For a long time, I’ve believed that people don’t look up enough. There are some awesome things in the sky, and sometimes in buildings too.
Umbrellas hanging trinkets from a dreamer
The cloud that is the essence of a wish
The silhouette of a passing dragon
Or just some pretty flowers and things.
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I am not a hispter, and here are my hispter plants to prove it!
I think this last one looks like a green fuzzy spider primed to strike. It’s so cute! 🙂
Terrarrrararararrium
I love things that are packed full of jam, pickles, and other kinds of action. So this weekend I took a trip down to Victor Harbour and Granite Island.
Everyone told me it’d be cold, but for all the 10°C – 14°C, it wasn’t all that cold. I attribute this to my Rhodes and Beckett attire and the fact that Sydney has worse winters by far.
It was wet, cold and windy but I didn’t mind at all – I was loving it! However the farmer’s markets weren’t faring as well – I saw a few tents tip over – so they had to shut down early. I didn’t get my chance to spend money here, which was a good and bad thing, since I probably won’t visit again… ever?
It also meant the horse drawn tram wasn’t in action to Granite Island, but that was okay as I discovered it wasn’t a horse-drawn carriage. I was anticipating some good old, old fashioned horse carriages, but the picture advertising it depicted a giant bus-like thing drawn by horses, so I was disappointed without actually being disappointed. Instead I got to walk along the giant bridge-thing to the small island with big rocks and penguins that didn’t show!
Welcome to my dream word, The Ephemery.
Lose yourself in time, in blurred reality;
Live and re-live your life in pursuit of enlightenment…
In no hope, the darkness consumes you;
In freedom, the chaos releases you.
All leads to end.
Sestina – “Tides”
Stumbling awkwardly, reacting at reality,
Fumbling in the stark darkness
where the only guide is: the chime of time
the pain of flight through life
the held breath of the gamble as we chance that dance
Through all that is eternal.
Walk slowly, gain certainty through senses in the eternal
Realms that render such resplendent reality.
Walk slowly, with poise, confidence, then gracefully dance
and dash with daring through the darkness,
Weave, weft, warp in the loom that is life
and ties into the threads of time.
Rise high and fly – it is time
For elation and euphoria of the experience in the eternal
Flight of fleeting life.
From lofty levels, look what is left in all reality,
The harshness of darkness
Entrances, one glance and the dance-
What dance?
Freeze the time
In frigid darkness
Unchanging eternal.
This is the cold reality,
Fragility of life.
What is life,
But a dance
through reality
and time:
A journey of light through eternal
Darkness.
Embrace the darkness,
Melt the soft snow, and let it breathe life.
Embrace the ebb and flow of the eternal,
Quick, slow – quick quick slow- and dance
The dance of time
Entwined with reality.
Define the darkness to your dance,
Tune your life to the tick of time
And eternal bliss becomes reality.
aka Ristrel goes power tripping after seeing Timeless Chaos
What happens in this moment, only happens in this moment. I see it as it is, even as a plethora of possibilities lay eager to be invoked at my whim, yet I wait, and the future feels right. I am the maelstrom, and the world is the eye; I see the whirlwind of “if only,” “but,” “what if” while these mortals plod along their linear path, unburdened by the impossible that only eternity provides.
I am the beholder, and they travel in my “now.” With a thought, their past is no longer theirs, and their future is mine. All that is real, what was, what is, what will be, and what never was, are part of my consciousness as I exist in every time stream. I see, I play, I pull, and what you are is what I want you to be as I give you your memories, your dreams and aspirations, and your sorrows and fears.
You do not live as time passes; you live as I give you everything around you, piece by piece. There is no time – you are fed through the threads of reality, and I am the Reality Weaver.
Apparently my theories are so crazy that making a visual narrative sounded like fun. Unfinished, will never be finished. But so ominoussssssss.
The art is only complete once experienced by the audience.
Because it’s so freakish that my ideas and his are pretty much IDENTICAL. I get the idea, and in a few months time, I see them in his most recently published book. It’s like we both thought the exact same thing at the exact same time.
HOW
And he’s just finished the most epic series ever and I’ve got a few thousand words of random ramblings.
AAH.
Infinity this, incomprehensible that, everything eternal, godly, immortal and being and void. His (*cough* my *cough*) stuff is amazing. Can’t wait to finish the book.
Turns out rain in Adelaide is quite the troll. It’s not like Sydney rain, which is a torrential downpour for a very long time, and it’s not like Melbourne rain, which apparently is a constant light shower.
Adelaide rain, is a semi-downpour, for like, 2 minutes, with too many commas, all intermittent so that this morning I was walking under a bit of shelter, when it started raining. As I needed to cross to the other side of the street, the rain wasn’t so bad anymore. By the time I reached the cafe I frequent (I love that phrase), Please Say Please, and consumed my espresso and walked out, the rain had stopped. All in the span of approximately 15 minutes. And this happened constantly at work and after work too. It’d randomly start raining incredibly loudly, and then stop as I was staring at it wondering what I’d done to Ra that’s made him troll me in a non-sunny manner. It also started raining as I got home from work and stopped after I changed and went back out. WHICH WAS THE SAME AS YESTERDAY WHEN I GOT BACK FROM DRAGGING A VACUUM CLEANER AND MINI GRILL BACK HOME, ALMOST DIDN’T WANT TO GO OUT AGAIN TO BUY INGREDIENTS FOR A CHEAP DINNER BOTH CAUSE MY ARMS WERE THE SLAVE OF ULTRA GRAVITY AND CAUSE IT WAS RAINING. But then I convinced myself to save money I should go buy raw ingredients rather than spend money on a burger. And by that time, there was no more rain.
That’s what I get for all sorts of insults and puns about the rain. “A curse on you, rain!” I say. “I melt in the rain!” I say. I’d rather be set alight.
Went to Cafe Sydney last night because I love the food there. I was hoping to spend a lot but we ended up spending not a lot at all, however everything they cook is amazing – plus it’s one of my favourite vantage points of the harbour. As I’m tired, I’m just going to picture spam.
