In northwestern Montana, USA. The water is so transparent that it seems that this is a quite shallow lake. In fact, it’s very deep.
In northwestern Montana, USA. The water is so transparent that it seems that this is a quite shallow lake. In fact, it’s very deep.
— Henry Rollins (via kari-shma)
— Carl Sagan (via crookedindifference)
I can’t stop listening to this song.
Sit me down, shut me up. I’ll calm down. And I’ll get along with you.
I realize this reads like a rom-com, but..
I had a dream last night that the world was ending.
It wasn’t ending at first. Everything was normal. I was home, in America, but it was much more lush, green. An intricate series of rivers connected homes and make-shift streets made of floating docks and piers. I was cooking, listening to music and spending time with my cats. My home was an odd hybrid of the apartment I have now and the house I lived in nearly two years ago, in Seoul. The docks were busy, bustling with people.
Suddenly the ground begins to shake. A small tremble here and there, but it grows to a low and steady howl. I can hear people outside slowly becoming more and more concerned, until panic sets in. My eyes go wide and my only thought is, “It’s happening.” I grab bags set aside, take the cats in a carrier, and leave. Thinking back, I’m not sure where I was going.. But every step had a purpose. I knew in my dream. People everywhere were crying, screaming, fighting, pushing. The docks were trembling, swaying. I see a girl fall into the clear green water, another man pushed. He crawls onto a moss-covered log for safety, screaming. Everyone is screaming. I’m running as fast as I can and the cats are crying in their carrier, confused. The farther I run, the fewer people there are. The floating pathways become more and more narrow, more and more intricate.
I finally see the home where we are supposed to meet, the safe place we’ve planned for when this happens. It’s a fairly large building for how few of us will be there. I run up the stone steps and quickly close the doors behind me. Letting the cats rest, adjust. Saying hello to.. I don’t remember who this man is. Friend? Family? Mine? His? I don’t remember. But we know each other, fondly. I’m not there long, not long enough to settle down, when he (of course) bursts through the door panicked. Once he sees me, his face calms. Our friend greets him and rushes off to continue whatever it was he was doing before. We’re all okay. But I’m still panicked. I forgot something. Clothes. Our clothes. They’re still at home. I tell him and he calmly and kindly blows it off, not wanting to go back. You HAVE to go back. Why wouldn’t you go back? We’re stuck here, maybe forever, at least for a while and we have nothing. You’re going to wear that? For days? Weeks? Years? We can’t live like that. I’m yelling. Angry. He’s slowly walking towards me, and I’m becoming more frustrated, it’s quickly building inside of me as I think of more things we left behind. I left behind. He puts his arms around me, holding me firmly, and it subsides.
For a moment, we’re both quiet and comfortable despite the growing roar outside and the shaking at our feet. He takes my face and says, “As long as you’re safe, I don’t need anything else. You’re what matters most.” and… I thought it was real. It was so vivid. I legitimately thought it was real. He takes my face and kisses me soft and sweet, but it’s different than kissing him in reality.. and I realize it’s a dream. It flashes through my head, quickly: The world isn’t ending. Life will continue, as it always does. I will wake up in the morning and open my computer to start work. I will cook, listen to music, spend time with my cats, wait for my mother to arrive. He isn’t here, why would he be here? The world is safe and sound. It’s Christmas. But I still continued to kiss him.
— Tom Robbins
