Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london
We constantly create stories, concocted by the ingredients we are presented with. An abandoned object is riddled with the myriad of possibilities we can project on to it. Soon, these theories become embedded in our consciousness and over time cannot be differentiated by the facts. We are constructing our reality at every given turn. We write the screenplay of our lives, part fact, mostly fiction. The storyteller inside of us gives meaning and purpose to our existence. We need it to create sense out of the madness, to give us a sense of control even though deep down we know we have none. We are at the mercy, not of the gods, but of chaos which if could, it would laugh at our attempts to instill order. And yet our stories give us strength and, real or imagined, should not be dismissed as just a defence mechanism. We all ultimately become stories one day, must as well get to writing them now….it was a cold and dreary winters morning and I found myself unable to finish off my blog with a…
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Really glad I found your blog!!!
I find your style of writing captivating, with very deep and profound philosophical influence.
Open end is a very appropriate ending for the thoughts shared, based on the image above.