When we're dead and emotion is gone, how can we feel grateful?
A test-thingy I did, which was pretty fun actually. Plus I was pretty bored:
You are taking a walk through the woods. Describe how your woods look, if your woods have a path, and what you see.
The woods are very dense and dark. There are rotten logs all over the ground, and the gaps in the trees are close together. The light filtering down is eerie and dark green. Sour and decayed. There is no path. I stumble over fallen decaying branches.
You come upon a body of water. Describe it and what you do.
I see a stream; beautiful, crystal clear and pure, running through the murkiness. I bend down to take a drink. The water is cold like ice, but as I try to swallow, it turns muddy and gritty in my throat. I spit it out, wiping the grit from around my mouth.
Now you find a key. Describe the key and what you do with it.
The key is small and gold, hidden underneath the mud and poison. I pick it out, getting my hands dirty, and wipe it clear on my jumper. It seems to bring me hope amongst all the dirt and sadness. But its glittering is fake and material. I throw it into the stream, where it turns to ashes and floats on down the stream, which continues to glisten innocently in the eerie light.
You're walking along and come upon a vase. Describe the vase and what you do with it.
It is china pottery, broken. Some strange, gutteral language adorns the speckled whiteness; images of beauty and splendour, foreign culture and dragons. I pick up a bit and throw it to the ground. Then I stamp it down, hard, into muddy oblivion.
You come upon a barrier. Any kind of barrier. Describe your barrier.
It is a sharp, plunging drop downwards. I teeter on the edge for a moment, admiring the vastness of this cliff, before turning around.
You come to find a house. Describe the house.
It is a wood cottage, silent and deserted. Ivy grows over the front, and the windows are dirty. It is deserted and still. I am not scared. I wonder up the windows, peering through the murkiness. I see a small room with a wooden table, rocking chair, pictures on the mantelpiece. I walk away; alone. Small.
The forest represents your life as of now. How you see it depends on the light in your forest. The path represents decisions and how hard it is.
The body of water represents how you see your sexuality. (Ha!)
The key represents your opportunities. Picking it up and taking it with you means you'll take an opportunity.
The vase represents how you view your creativity.
The barrier represents just what it is. A barrier in your life that you have to get through.
The house represents you.
I did some 'body art' the other night. It's a bit crap; it was harder to draw on skin than I thought, but it was fun :-) The picture quality isn't the best either. But yeah. Here's a picture:
