Tag: impression

  • 373

    Once in a while expose your bones to cold weather, and take with a break-away suddenness, a walk into the Winter morning to exhilarate your torpid nerves before you perpend yourself out of the experience. Let lead for once the thrill of sensation. The speed of touch and affect over bracing. Bracing means a gap […]

  • 342: Torrent

    Why is it then, that you think and do the things that you do? Consider the outcomes but too, weigh the process and go back to the beginning of your provocation, and study the source of it. What experiences past have led to your present reactions, and would threaten still to ruin your growth and […]

  • 329: Light reveals wonder

    Hurling toward thee, o herald of the Auroral sky, I bring news of many revolutions. So much has changed again, I wonder if you’ll perceive me anymore, as much to myself am I unfamiliar anew. But o, the things you must have seen of the world while I slept. How fares my neighbours on the […]

  • 262

    It is not the impression, but your interpretation of the impressions. Things are simply happening, not happening to you.

  • 181: With vanity before reason, is Winter every season

    What then, is impressing on you this tension that you seem unable to dissolve? That knows you through, and hits on the mark with perfect, disabling blows, and yet you cannot name or touch. It is you sir, the source as well remedy, of your cold anxieties. It is not with reason you have pitted […]

  • 148

    Your faults, in seeming and actuality┬álike rivers can surge and subside at a breeze. Trust not what first reflects on the surface will resemble a later form, or imply its final force. Temper the impression by warmer seasons of thought, as can pressing winds goad the climate and patterns of water. Choose to see balm, […]

  • 136: Babel

    Two days home, and events are still very much impressing though they have ended. It will be some time until they settle, and stay enough to sort. What seems longest gone is the present in passing, woven with melancholic hints that dissipate only with it and are absent in recollections of the experience. Those moments […]