dream

I dreamt of you last night, actually this morning but whatever that's not the point. We were sitting, simply sitting, and although I was dying to ask you how you were I did not do it. It was then that you stood up and sat next to me, and you asked me how my break had gone and I said it was fun, then I asked the same back to you and you, you said that it was also fun, and that Christmas had been kind of crowded with about 70 people. I looked at you incredulous and smiled "really, that seems like a lot of fun", you smiled back looked at me and seemed happy...and then, I remembered I was dreaming, and I woke up

I guess all I really wanted was to be able to talk to you. Silence reminds me of when the orchestra stops playing, it reminds me of time, it reminds me of that time that unfortunately is running out and that you seem so oblivious about.

Genesis

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C2pf5roMZ08&has_verified=1

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It is complicated to understand the perfection behind the paradigms we encounter ourselves in. There are several channels through which we can create information. At the same time there are so many opportunities to acquire these objects that we automatically become adjusted to the idea that in order to understand who we are we must embrace them. Yes, I am talking about information. I am talking about how we can access almost anything from anywhere in the world and how we have become accustomed to numbness as the norm, which defines who we are. Ironically, I find myself embracing these items, and although I could be using a pencil and a paper to write down, I type. It is easier.

Information is the most valuable creation that we can access. We find ourselves running through walls of information, advertising, newspapers, music. And we take it. We do not question it, we accept it.