too much too soo, too little too late

A digital mind recorder!

That is the gadget I would like to invent. A device that can fully record every single image and sequence of words that flow through my head in an exquisite kaleidoscope, made from a myriad of irrational rationalizations and meaningful discussions. V

Forgetting to Remember

As of lately, the fact that I can no longer control the flow of thoughts, and discussions with myself, which flood my mind, some of them at almost light speed, has started to freak me out. I know I am not crazy, in one way or another I have always been continuously distracted, but now I can't rest. At times the flow of thoughts rushing through my head, crawling over corpses of silent monologues, crashes into the crevices left by unfinished thoughts, left behind as a consequence of flourishing understanding, scares me. It used to be kind of like having the power to daydream, constantly. Fairytale dust, is sprinkled all over my existence. So many dark corners have been taken over by what people always used to tell me was a vivid imagination. Keep forgetting to remember people’s tendencies in a desperate attempt at believing. Never seem to learn. And the worse is that I believe it is real each time. The disillusion makes it more and more difficult, to start believing in the next dream. The nightmare periods become more obscure and the atrocities one can do to oneself are exponentially more sadistic each time. I thought it was going to be the golden key to commence our journey, just as promised. I hadn’t counted on the fear factor! V

The Pierian Spring

"A little learning is a dang'rous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: There, shallow draughts, intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again." Alexander Pope