Ásgeir Trausti - ‘Going Home’
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Just when you thought it couldn’t possibly get any better.
So, I’m currently getting over a cold,
tomorrow’s apparently a holiday (just figured that out), and I really should be working on schoolwork, however, I’m not, I’m thinking, contemplating life as it is, or perhaps as it should be, yes that’s what I’m doing, and I should really just be going to bed, which I now intend to do – goodnight.
Happy Pi Day. Go do something awesome.
I am.
While most of my photos are taken on a whim, quickly shot on the way to or from something, this last one I had to forcibly stop and look around to find. There’s been a lack of inspiration lately, a block of thought, a nothingness of self. I have yet to put my finger on it, but it sucks the life out of me. I barely see anything around me, I do nothing without feeling drained and spent, I get angry at the slightest cause. With everything I do I hear in the back of my head; “This isn’t your best. This isn’t you.”
Where did you go when I woke up in the morning? Away with the moon and the stars and the pitch dark night, only to come back when I throw my weary body to bed at the end of the day. Even then I stay up thinking, thinking of what I was to be. I slip and slide and flounder then fly into my dreams where you appear before me. I stand, blinking tired eyes in the light of your heart. I close my eyes, and charge toward the rays before me. Running, running, running. Then I wake.
I look up. I see my shadow against the ceiling from the screen at my back and realize I’m just a figure, a silhouette, a portion of who I really am. I slam against the notion that nothing I do here counts for what I do there. I roll over and heave, looking at who I am and knowing I’m not truly there to enjoy it, to enjoy me. Is it better to have, or to be? Or is it neither? Or can it be both?
It’s weird thinking into the past to remember the future. My past is littered with words; words that make little sense in my small scope of hope. They speak to my head, and bounce around ‘til they freeze and drop to the ground, covering where I stand so I can’t see where I’ve been, or where I’m going. I don’t know which way is forward simply because I can’t see my feet.
Maybe it’s good.
Perhaps the present is best.
Step forward now.
Had this song running through my head for the past week. Decided to learn it and record it for y’all. Enjoy and have a wonderful weekend.
from,
Homestead
Some shots from an old Pentax my mom found in our house. Clearly, there’s still a bit of troubleshooting to do, but I like them.
To Know Each Other Means to Know Ourselves.
First off, yes it has been a year, and no, I have not yet dated anyone. Now that that’s out of the way, let us commence with the thoughts and such.
So, what is this, my fourth annual Valentine’s Day post? Man, time flies when you’re breathing. To be honest, I don’t really have a topic that’s burning on my heart this time around. If you look back on my past Valentine’s Day posts (And here they are: 2010, 2011, 2012), you can tell I’ve done my fair share of putting Love in its place. Oh, you know the old, “Being single is still awesome!” or “Why can’t we just love everyone?” or the best yet “I’m waiting for the right person”. Single people always know what to say on Valentine’s Day. Silly things really. Things to say to keep us lighthearted. Just things. To say.
Why do we say these things? What are we building? What kind of excpectations are we presenting to our hearts? Sometimes we build walls. Walls to protect our hearts. Walls to protect our dreams. Walls where we can look down from and see the world. And yet there, as we look down from our stronghold, we see familiar faces, those whom we love, stuck on the outside looking in.
Because, what we really don’t want is to be hurt. To be rejected. To be unloved. Hurting hurts, quite frankly. Let’s be honest, Valentine’s Day hurts for some of us, which is the main reason we say these silly things to ourselves. To keep these lonesome feelings at bay. Who needs a significant other anyway? I’ll just attack myself before anyone else has a chance!
What am I getting at here? Sure, I’ve somewhat summed up that tense atmosphere we all feel around this time every year. But there’s something else at work here. You see, while we are busy protecting ourselves from the world, the wall we often don’t realize we’re building is the one between our mind and our heart. Our heart becomes separated. It gets dark suddenly. Soon, our thoughts overrule what we acutally feel. From here two things stem;
First, who we portray isn’t truly ourselves. If the person you are today is based on who you think you are, it’s going to change every time someone expresses their opinion of you. What you believe in your heart is the foundation of who you are. Your identity is in Him who dwels in your heart. Point to yourself right now. Where is your finger pointed? Exactly.
Secondly, we fall in love with our perception of others. This one really stings, because as soon as the people we love don’t match up with the image we’ve drawn in our heads, we fall into despair and suddenly the love vanishes. However, Love never vanishes, so we must ask ourselves if it was ever truely there. Ask yourself, if the one you love was suddenly reduced to nothing but their soul, would you still love them? Do you know what their soul is like?
Those familiar faces, those whom you love, are at your walls looking for your heart. All they want is to get to know you. Because all we really want is to know each other. And to know each other means to know ourselves.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
From,
Seth
A lovely little video about the artist who made the covers for the Apollo Run album and EPs. Worth watching just for the adorable way it’s made. (via Glass’s Stellar favorites, oddly)
Great video. I love Jeffers’s stuff. I bought Stuck for Owen before he was born. (Here’s Jeffers reading it.)
This guy makes me happy. I don’t even know him, but I love him.
