...moods change.
I have too many scribbles here and there and the thought of putting them together in a coherent, structured passage just bazooshez* my brain so sensible reading STUFF (material) will be up as soon as my hands stop shaking.
Until then, here's something my brain was teaching me at 4 in the morning a few days ago.
You watch a film or a documentary or read about a country and its
wild, raw side and go “That! That’s where the answers to all of my
questions lie! The end to my misery!”
This land that is the ‘end of all misery’ makes up at least 4 countries on every continent. In reality, if you were to actually go there to look for an 'answer', you’d realize that they’re just another piece of land, and might come back with more misery.
And that is an insight into how my mind lures me into doing nothing.
In it's defense, it was being truthful.
(Yes, and truth has gotten us so far, hasn't it, brain?)
My awfsome habit of internet traveling on Google Street View makes me rethink the role of all senses in creating the experience of a new place. Take this, for example, (one of the million screenshots I've taken during my decades spent on GSV. Of course I took them to show everyone where all I traveled!!!!**) :
This sight is just marvelous. I feel allured to the vastness of these mountains. I can feel the slight chill in the air, but I rejoice its freshness, its purity, so easy to breathe in, you'd think you were in the land of elves. I look around with a slight smile on my face, restraining my hands from reaching out towards the scenery to check whether something so simple and yet so pleasing to the eyes could exist or if it's just an extremely vivid wallpaper. I stretch my back and feel that certain soreness which comes from being on the road for too long. There is a slight hunger but the excitement of being there has numbed the appetite.
So I stretch out. And my hand touches something smooth and flat. I knew it was a wallpaper.
I knew that I'm not really there.
I am here, sitting, in 40 degrees heat and like a zombie in front of THIS SCREEN that divides the mountains and me, that divides you and me, I'm just dropping myself on random places on the map.
Beyond the assumed pity at my hopelessness that I'll receive from the reader and my own self-loathing et negativity, one thing that massive amounts of time spent 'driving' on GSV have made me want to open the question of experience. We talk about experiences all the time, because that's what we do. We experience things, events, situations, emotions. But when it comes to serious traveling, making an effort, getting up and being a part of an environment so different from the four walls of your room, what exactly changes?
More thoughts on traveling and ze world et cultures in the future, including my narration of a few wasted experiences of some BEAUTIFUL countries. (Why wasted? You'll know if you keep up with me. Or if you know me all too well, then you know, the same old.)
*Bazooshez: v. , I don't know. What does it sound like to you? Something to do with explosions and bazookas, I hope.
** Not really, this started as a project to capture unusual, eccentric, and sometimes breathtaking sites from all over the Earth. Again, thank you Google Street View. There is also another superhuman doing a similar, yet much better job with capturing these views. And this is where I do it.
This land that is the ‘end of all misery’ makes up at least 4 countries on every continent. In reality, if you were to actually go there to look for an 'answer', you’d realize that they’re just another piece of land, and might come back with more misery.
And that is an insight into how my mind lures me into doing nothing.
In it's defense, it was being truthful.
(Yes, and truth has gotten us so far, hasn't it, brain?)
On a side note, I have a (not so) interesting relationship with misery. For further details, please hop on to this.
This sight is just marvelous. I feel allured to the vastness of these mountains. I can feel the slight chill in the air, but I rejoice its freshness, its purity, so easy to breathe in, you'd think you were in the land of elves. I look around with a slight smile on my face, restraining my hands from reaching out towards the scenery to check whether something so simple and yet so pleasing to the eyes could exist or if it's just an extremely vivid wallpaper. I stretch my back and feel that certain soreness which comes from being on the road for too long. There is a slight hunger but the excitement of being there has numbed the appetite.
So I stretch out. And my hand touches something smooth and flat. I knew it was a wallpaper.
I knew that I'm not really there.
I am here, sitting, in 40 degrees heat and like a zombie in front of THIS SCREEN that divides the mountains and me, that divides you and me, I'm just dropping myself on random places on the map.
Beyond the assumed pity at my hopelessness that I'll receive from the reader and my own self-loathing et negativity, one thing that massive amounts of time spent 'driving' on GSV have made me want to open the question of experience. We talk about experiences all the time, because that's what we do. We experience things, events, situations, emotions. But when it comes to serious traveling, making an effort, getting up and being a part of an environment so different from the four walls of your room, what exactly changes?
More thoughts on traveling and ze world et cultures in the future, including my narration of a few wasted experiences of some BEAUTIFUL countries. (Why wasted? You'll know if you keep up with me. Or if you know me all too well, then you know, the same old.)
*Bazooshez: v. , I don't know. What does it sound like to you? Something to do with explosions and bazookas, I hope.
** Not really, this started as a project to capture unusual, eccentric, and sometimes breathtaking sites from all over the Earth. Again, thank you Google Street View. There is also another superhuman doing a similar, yet much better job with capturing these views. And this is where I do it.
