like metaphors

I lay down on the floor and looked at the ceiling fan, it looked different. Different because every time I saw it, it was when I lay down on my bed. The angle seemed refreshing, I think I got new visual information in my visual scrapbook brain.

I want to know how curtains look from the bottom, have you ever seen their ends? And what about how it feels to be in the blue part of the candle flame, will I be able to see a subtle red outline merging into the deep yellow on top of my head?

what is it like to be in between a cotton weave? jumping over warps and wefts and maybe using them as a blanket and taking a nap. how would be to sit on a bullet that is just fired from a gun, feeling the wind and piercing through flesh?

How does a cat see the world? How do you see the world? What do you focus on when you see a tree, a house, a sun, a moon, stars, planets from a telescope, a human you care for, or your pet? do you see their entire silhouette or do you see the mole on their face, the leaves of the tree the branches or the texture on the trunk?

what type of blue do you like? the blue of the ocean or the blue of the sky or the blue used in b2b saas software or the blue of her eyes or his favourite navy blue shirt he matched with his grey pants?

do you see it? the world I am trying to describe? it is not the view that is obvious, that you have seen before, but you can see it, can’t you? you can imagine it. that is the beauty of your brain.

I like to see the world this way, I think of it this way, and I fall in love with it every passing day, this way. to be a lover is to be someone who notices, deeply

I have always wanted to write about what it is to be a tasteful consumer because only a consumer with taste can become a creator with taste. and I am not talking about the subjective taste here, I am talking about diversifying the palette. I am talking about finding beauty in the good and the bad. I read a quote recently that said “to be an artist or a writer, and consider the colour of the water during a storm” to be so without and, to be consumed by it.

I want to be consumed by the world within too, the way air flows from my nostrils till my lower belly, the deepness of it and the ease. the way I use all the consumed reality outside of me and take it inside and connect the dots. the dots I connect are different from the dots you connect. do you see it? how is everything connected to each other so beautifully? how everything exists only because something else exists? the dual nature of the world? creating also means creating connections between things that didn’t have connections before.

like, metaphors.

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wrote this piece in one go, hope it makes sense :P