If you see me post, I'm awake. If you don't see me post, then I'm probably still awake. If I say "I'm going to go to sleep" I'm lying. I'm Hannibal Lecter (But not really), 18, England. I post stuff. I think I'm far enough into my blog for you to be able to look around and see if you like, or dislike, the things I post. Feel free to follow me, but it's okay if you don't, I'd rather my follower count to be lower. Followers are too mainstream for me ;) Also, be sure to check out my art work before you leave (The link should be down there somewhere)!
“After qualifying the eyes of a beloved as stars, the whole universe becomes readable in the beloved’s eyes, and the eyes of the beloved are watching us from above on any given night.”
I’m back from my travels. It was so amazing, exactly what I needed.
I traveled from London to Stockholm, which is a very weird place, ‘weird’ being a major understatement. They are very proud of their mooses (I’m not sure how to express the plural of moose). They also ride scooters around like it’s the most natural thing in the world. You don’t know what creepy is until you’ve had a grown man stare at you, completely blank facial expression, whilst gliding past on what must have been a child’s scooter.
From Stockholm I went to Athens, Greece. I stayed in a hostel there, which was beautiful and was situated about 2 minutes walk from absolutely everything. It was so cheap it was unbelievable. I saw the Temple of Zeus and Acropolis, which are breath taking to say the least. I spent three days there, eating a lot of ice-cream and doing a lot of wandering around. Played with some tortoises, fed some stray animals. Spoke to Greek people about the euro-crisis which had them all very angry. Its very apparent that, as a nation, they are fuming with the government and choices made in parliament. There were riots, protests, police guarded the streets almost all the time. Anti-government graffiti slurs covered the buildings. Still, most people were happy enough to talk about other things, after a while.
After Athens I traveled 6 hours by various buses to Olympia, where I saw Olympia itself in all it’s glory. That was truly inspiring. I stayed in a village called Llina Lia, around 20 minutes away, with an elderly couple that spoke not a word of English. We fared okay though because by then I could hold a basic conversation in Greek. The rest we said in actions so basically the entire time there was a giant game of charades. Their village was beautiful. It’s population was around 30 people, all of which we said hello to or visited. Everyone we visited gave cakes and biscuits and drinks. The entire village was very kind to me. Behind the couples house was a field that led to a stream where I skimmed stones and watched fireflies at night. We had barbecues under the stars whilst the frogs and crickets hummed their songs. It was a beautiful time. I went to the beach, chased the fish. I ate snails and drank Greek coffee in the mornings. I helped the couple with their chickens which was great fun (turns out chickens are more intelligent than I ever gave them credit for).
After some very painful goodbyes, I returned to Athens where suddenly it had become very hot and very busy. Little matter, it was still beautiful. I had Greek McDonald’s, where they sell the ‘Greek Mac’, questionable. I almost fell out of a moving taxi because the driver drove off before realizing I wasn’t entirely in the car, and shockingly wasn’t even hurt. There was however, a lot of screaming induced by the event. None of which was from me.
I said goodbye to Athens and traveled on to Switzerland, where they speak French so I could actually hold a conversation (still not a very good one, but better than before) with a stranger. I almost bought a giant tub of Nutella there, but managed to refrain and only buy around 25 Reese’s Cups instead. It is a very clean, posh place. Beautiful, in a completely different way to Greece. It is very refined and money is apparent in even the smallest of details.
From Switzerland it was, unfortunately back to London. The drive home from Heathrow took me completely through London, so as my last act of tourism I got to see the London sights by night. That was beautiful too, but not in a way that I could really appreciate, not when I wanted to be back in the village so badly.
Travelling like that always makes me notice how huge the world and it’s occupants really are. My worries and the things that trouble me, keep me up all night, are really nothing in the grand scheme of things. The people of Llina Lia didn’t care about them, they cared only about how they could have a pleasant time and be nice to their neighbors They didn’t even care too much about the euro-crisis, because they were happy. They had food on their table and love for one another, and to them, that was all that mattered. They all helped each other, without question or a second thought. I’m glad to be home with my family, but part of my heart will always be dancing with those fireflies and playing by the river in the sunshine. Living the sort of happiness that can only come from simple pleasures.
The famous physicist, Richard Feynman once took part in a conference discussing “the ethics of equality.” A sociologist brought a paper which he had written beforehand to the committee, asking everyone to read it. Feynman, finding it completely incomprehensible, feared that he was out of his depth — until he decided to pick one sentence at random and parse it until he understood. The sentence he chose (to the best of his recollection) was:
“The individual member of the social community often receives his information via visual, symbolic channels.”
Feynman “translated” the sentence and discovered it meant “People read.”
I wait, I’d like to think, patiently, but I would be grateful for the happenings to happen right now, it would be awfully convenient.
I have something to draw and I have something I really want to attempt on guitar and I’m at that point where I don’t know whether I should stay up and draw through the night or sleep and wake up early to play guitar. I drew yesterday, I haven’t played guitar in three days, I feel incomplete, but if I don’t draw what I feel like drawing I’ll also feel incomplete. If I do neither I become an abyss.
I made a post about humans not being all evil and lying not being all evil the next logical point in this is to make a post saying that the devil isn’t all evil
But I dare not venture into that territory
Sometimes it makes sense to lie, I’m not talking about little lies or lies that are used to prevent leaks that threaten national security; I mean lies in which it would be beneficial and productive for all parties involved, for one to lie to them, like telling your friend you hadn’t heard the very same joke they had just told you even though you had (3 weeks ago on the internet), so that they wouldn’t feel in any way dejected and it wouldn’t take anything away from the humour of the joke to the others in the group. It makes sense to lie, it keeps things going without any adverse affects if the joke-person finds out that you’d already heard the joke before, later on.
I don’t know what I’m trying to say but I think maybe it might be that lying, like all things, isn’t all evil.
I can definitely imagine EA building a large robot to suck gamers into care-sacs where they’ll have to play substandard games forever