The Transparent Eyeball

Not sure how much posting I’ll do in Europe. 

Maybe this will be unnecessary.

But I just wanted to give a heads up. 

And here’s one last picture. 

So take care, guys.

You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book…or you take a trip…and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.

~ Anais Nin

There’s a missing synapse in my spine
So when you caress my back
The feeling doesn’t reach my mind
Until a much much later time
When you’re out of arms reach
And are no longer intertwind like leaves
Wrapped around me.
I’m Eve in the garden of dreams
Feasting on the sweet heat of sleep
That seeps between the sheets.

~ Unknown

And the moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it. The reason birds can fly and we can’t is simply that they have perfect faith, and to have faith is to have wings.

~ J.M. Barrie

Is that a Death? and are there two?
Is Death that Woman’s mate?

Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was as white as leprosy,
The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she,
Who thicks man’s blood with cold.

The naked hulk alongside came,
And the twain were casting dice;
`The game is done! I’ve won! I’ve won!’
Quoth she, and whistles thrice.

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge