Invitation: my dream that happened at the beach of Rome, which is contradictory because there is no beach in Rome

The Road / Cormac McCarthy

Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that.

You forget some things, don't you?

Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.

Cormac McCarthy, The Road

"To live a creative life we must lose our fear of being wrong." Joseph Chilton Pearce

"If you press me to tell why I loved him, I feel that this cannot be expressed,

except by answering: Because it was he, because it was I."

Michel de Montaigne, "Of Friendship"

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

my dream that happened at the beach of Rome, which is contradictory because there is no beach in Rome

I woke up with the wish it were real. I wished you were real. I wished to see you again, but I no longer felt your lips on mine, and like a blown candle I could no longer revive my dream as I cannot revive the flame that went out. What was left behind was only the vivid, eidetic feeling that I did kiss you, a memory, like how the faint smoke is evidence of the flame that was just blown out.