Péripatéticien

"Of all the things I wondered about on this land, I wondered the hardest about the seduction of certain geographies that feel like home — not by story or blood but merely by their forms and colors. How our perceptions are our only internal map of the world, how there are places that claim you and places that warn you away. How you can fall in love with the light."

we are living in a culture entirely hypnotized by the illusion of time, in which the so-called present moment is felt as nothing but an infinitesimal hairline between an all-powerfully causative past and an absorbingly important future. we have no present. our consciousness is almost completely preoccupied with memory and expectation. we do not realize that there never was, is, nor will be any other experience than present experience. we are therefore out of touch with reality. we confuse the world as talked about, described, and measured with the world which actually is. we are sick with a fascination for the useful tools of names and numbers, of symbols, signs, conceptions and ideas.