Ramen Fighter Miki

Images of Love

Target

You stood there professionally in a white blouse
clipboard in hand with pen always on the page
forever ready to write

You stood there in a single space, silent
as people milled about their shopping
and you waited for eye contact

You are not some brewing machine in a coffee shop.

Because you stood there, silent and diligent, ready
to ask your question after catching an eye
to take down the yeses and noes

Because as a little girl, when asked about your future
you never thought one day you would stand
in a store selling flu shots

For those reasons, I stopped again on the way out
to wish you a good day.

Images of Love: We Are Not Alone

I've decided to introduce a new tag and post series. I will post images of inter-species and same-species interactions exhibiting empathy and connection under the "affinity" tag. We are all physically stuck here, cycling together, a part of each other's lives.

Ghost

I would be more comfortable as a floating consciousness than a physical presence.

Eating Out

I'm actually beginning this post with the intention of writing about eating out, but I will first mention something seemingly unrelated. That is, the sky of Colorado is so expansive, often tablecloth blue, with large, bulbous and billowing clouds that mirror the mountains below. I find it difficult to imagine something giving a feeling that comes close to the satisfaction produced by that sky. Maybe that's one of the meanings of life.

"Eating out" is something I often think about because the people I work with continually comment on my bringing the same simple lunch every day. The people who comment are the people who always eat out. I never really feel good after eating at restaurants, and reckless abandon comes to mind when faced with the prospect of putting that food inside myself everyday. I don't think convenience is the primary reason behind eating out that often; these days, many foods are saturated with chemicals (natural or artificial) to cause a sort of climax, and there is further reinforcement of the climax due to the ability to eat out frequently. We're adults earning money, which bestows upon us the power to have others feed us. And I think this seemingly unconscious capacity becomes the epitome of existence for some people; after all, we need (or would like) to eat several times a day, every day.

The goal, for me, is to attempt to differentiate between distraction and what has (or should have) meaning. I'm not sure what meaning there is in a sandwich containing previously individually wrapped, refrigerated meats and vegetables made by a stranger. All I know is I don't want to get to the point where I can't tell the difference between that sandwich and that big blue sky.

Magi: Kingdom of Magic

Magi: Adventure of Sinbad

Part of the trouble with the US is that it's a country full of main characters. The culture is based on individualism and capitalism, leading to people simultaneously wanting what's in everyone's backyard, while saying Not In My Back Yard.

Soft Light

Office Space

Thoughts on CO

"I thought I was relocating geographically, and wound up moving to a brand. Colorado is no longer a place; it's an idea, a trademark."

Little Natty

Ideological Nomad

Cardcaptor Sakura

Standing Before an Ocean

The noticeable presence of time can be like a cage. I can fill an office position within a company that is metaphorically a void of time - the epitome of an existential crisis - and feel unhappy despite being very well paid for the position. It can be an entry-level office position, which through some basic level of functioning causes me to appear to “outperform” others in the same position, thereby leading to higher wages through no special exertions. In other environments, another entry-level position may not offer the same possibility to “outshine,” and may not even start at the same wage as the other aforementioned position; yet as tedious and meaningless as the new work may be, and as little as it may pay, it could cease to be a cage in terms of time. As I get older, I often feel as if I’m standing before an ocean, and it’s at once tranquil and exhausting. Life increasingly becomes less about finances and more about finding ways to pass time.

Patema Inverted

Prius State of Mind / Interpersonal Space

The human body can seem like a hybrid vehicle. The engine is like the body and the battery is the mind. The engine activates when the body is in action; when idling, the battery cycles on. The battery only supplements the engine when intensive action is happening.

Often in daily activity one might find they are operating on autopilot, the engine caries one to a destination with little cognizance of the journey. An obstacle that requires more than the normal effort snaps the battery out of its rest, and the brain is engaged.

Additionally, the battery cycling on when at a standstill is perhaps like the brain having the chance to consciously examine things that normally pass by quickly when the body is in motion.

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When going to the space of another artist or group of artists, it's not about your art unless there is agreed upon collaboration. When allowed in another artist's creative space the focus should be on their art.

Ramen Fighter Miki

Say "I Love You"

Cardcaptor Sakura

Cardcaptor Sakura

Society

The purpose of society is to make people feel guilty.

I don't know if the terms "society" and "human" are interrelated or if they have diverged. At some point, society may take on a life of its own, and maybe should be feared the same in like manner to comprehensive AI in today's discussions.
What exactly is "society" in today's terms? Is it still disparate groups of humans or other animals commingling? Is it now a bureaucratic set of rules and processes?

Hot and Cold, pt. 2

There are two kinds of death: hot and cold.

Hot death is excitability; to be consumed by energy until all connections break and functions cease. Literally burning up. A shrew's heart beats extremely fast until it simply stops - the end of motion. What would happen if it slowed pace, would it live longer?

Cold death is the gradual slowing of processes until basic functions can't be kept up on the level of energy available. It is perhaps like anesthesia taking effect toward the end, a drift into sleep. Most old age death is likely a cold death.

Thin Place; Interstice

Living and perceiving are not binary or fixed to any singular coordinate; they exist in a range, along a spectrum. Within the spectrum, there are tolerances where it's allowable to have slightly more of positive things or to experience ailments associated with negative things.

In normal living the good and bad are experienced to a degree that allows us to differentiate the two. Consequently, in perception, a certain amount of hallucination is tolerable in everyday living. They can be produced internally, with or without intervention, or externally through tricks of light (or from another individual somehow?), or even a combination of internal and external. The question is at what point do everyday hallucinations signify a serious hardware malfunction?

Tolerances exist on the spectrum in different positions based on the individual, and there may even be ranges within the spectrum as sort of a refinement of the overall spectrum. I imagine practicing awareness and cultivating consciousness would naturally lead to a more complex and refined spectrum, and a better ability to be attuned to the subtle layers of reality.