Reality beneath the controversy
“What you have told me is quite a romance, a romance of art one might call it, and the worst of having a romance of any kind is that it leaves one unromantic.”
Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde
“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”
… just had the biggest deja vu. I’ve been in this room before. The layout is too familiar. Then, we were hiding in a pile of socks. Buried. I don’t know what or who we were hiding from, but all I remember now is that we were staying away from the light ray creeping in from the main door. It always happens, when I try too hard to remember a dream, I end up not recalling anything at all. Sometimes I doubt myself too much I don’t even know if the memories in my head are but conjured images from the manifestation of both old and new subconscious and conscious thoughts. How is it so hard to determine what is real?
