To Condescension and Beauty and the long email thread titled, “Airport Dreams”
Okay, “Airport Dream”:
I guess this blog post is going to be a “best of” type of situation between me and a dear friend…a friend of mine and I communicate on an almost daily basis, positing, thinking, and testing our insecurities and theories on each other. I thought that maybe some of these ideas would resonate with you, my few dear readers. IDK.
This will be part one. If people are interested in reading more, I’ll maybe post more.
"A month ago, I started attending Emotions Anonymous meetings….mostly because I felt such great anxiety about what I was doing with my life, that I needed a way to vocalize and talk about how I was feeling without it being disruptive. So, I started to go to meetings, I got a sponsor, and I’m currently working on the second step, which is:
"However I wonder that without dreams if we’d all go mad. No? Would it enable an ideal or simply alternative state of waking?
Like the photograph, words on a page/screen, language, music, film, art, posturing, contrived politics and storied products are calculated/artificial/illusionary, subverting the very essence, the party of life we so desperately want to frame. So instead, I’d rather run innocently as a child, my eyes as my awareness. My production pure.”