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n. the part of the psyche, residing in the unconscious, that is the source of instinctive impulses that seek satisfaction in accordance with the pleasure principle.
“To put it into so many words, to define it, was to limit it. If it’s this, it can’t be that…”
Tom Wolfe
Destiny Womack
I’ve been feeling purple lately.
It often changes with the season.
I was turquoise until the beginning of December.
It’s really hard to describe
why or how
I end up feeling so..
colorful.
I think it might have to do with some
psychological
change/shit
that happens as I grow…
Don’t expect this to be
permanent
or anything-
These two remind me of a recurring dream I used to have as a child, where my dad and I would be waiting on a thin, rickety bridge high in the air…waiting behind countless other people, for something that I did not know of, whatever was at the end of the line of people that stretched for miles- sky high. I think it was something only the adults could know about, up there, the destination. My dad never told me what we were waiting for. But I do remember being quite scared whenever I was on that bridge, in cue with faceless strangers, and always on the edge of falling into the clouds. Suspended in solemn space.
Usually don’t groove on digital art with photography, but this one is exceptionally interesting-
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