Ascending from a gelatinous dreamland you open your eyes and suddenly find yourself obligated to deal with the practicalities of an external universe.
Do not topple into that all-too-familiar state of dull, assumption-filled obviousness.
Unveil the curtains. Let the light enfold your skin. Concentrate on the luminosity and on the warmth.
Then remember that just 8 minutes ago these photons were spit out from the surface of the sun and have since then courageously journeyed 149.6 million kilometres, before now crash-landing on your tender face.
I bet I could appreciate Norway if I learned to mentally separate culture and nature.
Old guys on the internet.
Walking in the woods writing songs on off-brand post-it notes.
The Original Antidepressant
washing my shoes in the washing machine
There's something oddly comforting about the realization that I’ll probably never be entirely content with anything I create. Think like a cook. Proper evaluation will morph all finished results into crap.