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methrowrock"Does it break my heart? Of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of, I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn't the world, it wasn't the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don't know, but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it." - Jonathan Safran Foer
I need to read more books, pronto. The Perks of Being A Wallflower, maybe, or find that elusive On The Road and finish the last quarter of it. Whatever it is, I need to immerse myself in a fictional world right about... NOW. It must be the music; I feel like floating off to a different realm after listening to Taken By Trees and Let's Go Sailing. Maybe a garden where I can wear fairy-like tulle and dive into sparkling golden waters, a la Sookehhh Stackhouse. And meet Eric Northman, the hottest vampire on the planet. Hahaha I find it hilarious how my sister and I always lean in closer to the monitor whenever Eric appears onscreen. He is that charismatic. Hypnotic, even. This is a post about nothing. The main purpose is to show off that heartrendingly beautiful quote that I rediscovered on tumblr. It reminded me of the Inception theories that I was reading online yesterday. How Cobb was still trapped in a dream that his grandfather created for him to find cathartic release for his guilt, or how it is actually Saito's the puppet-master since he saw Cobb's totem beforehand, or how it is Saito's dream all the way through. But the idea I liked most was that Cobb did not care anymore. Throughout the movie, Cobb was so obsessed with the distinction between reality and fiction: he stared hungrily at the spinning totem, desperate to know which world he was living in. But at the end, when he came to terms with himself and his guilt, he simply walked away from the totem. He did not care anymore. It may be real, it may be his dream, but what mattered most was that he wanted this life for himself. To think about it, reality and dreams are not much different from one another; they are both worlds in which we live and interact with our loved ones. It is both a little scary and touching how simple life actually is. But I'm lazy to elaborate anymore, so till another timeeee.
I need to read more books, pronto. The Perks of Being A Wallflower, maybe, or find that elusive On The Road and finish the last quarter of it. Whatever it is, I need to immerse myself in a fictional world right about... NOW. It must be the music; I feel like floating off to a different realm after listening to Taken By Trees and Let's Go Sailing. Maybe a garden where I can wear fairy-like tulle and dive into sparkling golden waters, a la Sookehhh Stackhouse. And meet Eric Northman, the hottest vampire on the planet. Hahaha I find it hilarious how my sister and I always lean in closer to the monitor whenever Eric appears onscreen. He is that charismatic. Hypnotic, even. This is a post about nothing. The main purpose is to show off that heartrendingly beautiful quote that I rediscovered on tumblr. It reminded me of the Inception theories that I was reading online yesterday. How Cobb was still trapped in a dream that his grandfather created for him to find cathartic release for his guilt, or how it is actually Saito's the puppet-master since he saw Cobb's totem beforehand, or how it is Saito's dream all the way through. But the idea I liked most was that Cobb did not care anymore. Throughout the movie, Cobb was so obsessed with the distinction between reality and fiction: he stared hungrily at the spinning totem, desperate to know which world he was living in. But at the end, when he came to terms with himself and his guilt, he simply walked away from the totem. He did not care anymore. It may be real, it may be his dream, but what mattered most was that he wanted this life for himself. To think about it, reality and dreams are not much different from one another; they are both worlds in which we live and interact with our loved ones. It is both a little scary and touching how simple life actually is. But I'm lazy to elaborate anymore, so till another timeeee.
