Darker Dreams

At night he dreamed of unceasing discovery and of a flowing and continuous existence that embraced everything and allowed him to study and appreciate but also to build. For it is in building that we transcend, he believed, and it must be true. There is nothing worse than emerging from the long and grotesque embrace of consumption.The eating up of things and places and ideas and the sick realization grows deep in your stomach and eventually takes over your head, and you cannot deny the truth anymore: the universe is not an infinite space. Or, maybe it is, but our bodies and our consciousness are limited in such a way that space becomes finite. If we seek to understand objective truths, we cannot hope to begin to do so without first understanding and mastering the instruments of our own sensory aggregations. We cannot explore, we cannot build with these weights attached to the ends of our arms, to the ends of our memories. So, in this journey to understand everything, and in an effort to fight back the feelings of distrust and disinterest, however temporary, we must practice periodic self-annihilation. An annihilation of thought, of emotion. An annihilation of memory, of bias, and of belief.

Here is a photograph I took a year ago of a day very much like today: