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There's something unspeakably sweet about waking up naked, to the sound of rain and thunder.
I don't believe we are in charge of the mode we wake-up in. Very few of us very rarely experience something that might be called a "lucid" dream, and even those of us who do understand that there are, most certainly, limitations to the control you exert on your own brain during sleep. The things this organism does when I'm not looking is incredible.
Regardless of how one might feel when one shuts one's eyes on the day, The re-opening experience (it would be wrong to call it 'refreshing', because we all know morning are not always this way) can be completely different. The way I percieve the world is utterly changed, my interaction with the gloom is run by different expectations, and my relationship to 'everyday' objects is established in a totally different manner. The constitutive duet comes with a different character.
The reason the word(s) "everday" is written in quotations is because I must admit that I have absolutely no idea what "Everydayness" is. I might be too young. Now, I'm not suggesting that I never take things "for granted", because I'm sure there is no limit to the list of the things that I take for granted, and should not. It's just that no day feels as though is could fit into the mere chorus of my life. If I could, I might be able to searh my memory in order to inquire into what the "everyday" feeling was in 1995 (my everyday feeling), because I remember 1995 , and every year before and after it, as having characters that had to do with this sort of series of refreshments- relationships in continual flux as I reposition myself to them.
This is what life is, today. The restablishment of relationships, the sort of forming and loosening of bonds that allows me to see shifts in perspective fluxating over the course of time. Today my bonds are being established and loosened to the different rhythms of the rain, rhythms rendered on the skin underfinger tips, the murk of clouds and the vibrancy of green in charged air even in late September, the fading of summer, the revaluation of former dreams and the slow burn of new ones.
I position myself today, or am positioned by one of my selves in a patient openness, modest expectations, and not-so-modest invitations.
I don't believe we are in charge of the mode we wake-up in. Very few of us very rarely experience something that might be called a "lucid" dream, and even those of us who do understand that there are, most certainly, limitations to the control you exert on your own brain during sleep. The things this organism does when I'm not looking is incredible.
Regardless of how one might feel when one shuts one's eyes on the day, The re-opening experience (it would be wrong to call it 'refreshing', because we all know morning are not always this way) can be completely different. The way I percieve the world is utterly changed, my interaction with the gloom is run by different expectations, and my relationship to 'everyday' objects is established in a totally different manner. The constitutive duet comes with a different character.
The reason the word(s) "everday" is written in quotations is because I must admit that I have absolutely no idea what "Everydayness" is. I might be too young. Now, I'm not suggesting that I never take things "for granted", because I'm sure there is no limit to the list of the things that I take for granted, and should not. It's just that no day feels as though is could fit into the mere chorus of my life. If I could, I might be able to searh my memory in order to inquire into what the "everyday" feeling was in 1995 (my everyday feeling), because I remember 1995 , and every year before and after it, as having characters that had to do with this sort of series of refreshments- relationships in continual flux as I reposition myself to them.
This is what life is, today. The restablishment of relationships, the sort of forming and loosening of bonds that allows me to see shifts in perspective fluxating over the course of time. Today my bonds are being established and loosened to the different rhythms of the rain, rhythms rendered on the skin underfinger tips, the murk of clouds and the vibrancy of green in charged air even in late September, the fading of summer, the revaluation of former dreams and the slow burn of new ones.
I position myself today, or am positioned by one of my selves in a patient openness, modest expectations, and not-so-modest invitations.