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the world we want to live in

"Goldenes-Zeitalter-1530-2" by Lucas Cranach the Elder - Unknown. Licensed under Public domain via Wikimedia Commons.
All our acts, our thoughts, our conversations are steps towards the ideal world we want to live in. Isn't
it? Consciously or sub consciously. Actively or passively. Violently or placidly. Everything is in service of our dream worlds. someone litters the roads because in his ideal world, everything is available at arm's length and the world revolves around him/her. Another person who sees this and shouts obscenities to the litterer, views his ideal world as clean and one where individuals are aware of their duties, not just their rights and entitlements. another, person who sees these two individuals mid-banter, rolls his eyes and windows and speeds away, wants his world to be free of arguments, he wants his world to be wholly agreeable and sanguine.

Kundera's Ostriches 
A group of ostriches are trying to tell you something. moving their heads &  mouths vigorously. But no sound comes out. There is now a voice to every dream. But no ears to any.
 
Reading the world
so what does the current state of the world tell you about our wishes for this world? (Israel's terror, urban migration, branded water...)
Is it someone's dream world now?
or a result of conflicting dreams and 'a' dream can never shape the world? which one is desirable collectively?

whose wishes succeed?
Who would fight for their dream worlds? who would not?
What happens to those who don't?


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Ctrl-tab
Ctrl-tab...
Scroll Scroll Scoll..
Alt-tab
Alt-tab...
Catch yourself slipping away.

Deep  breath. 

Close the browser. silence the mobile and turn it away.

Open an offline-real-paper diary. Stop your thighs from lolling impatiently. Stay still. 

Pick up a pen awkwardly. ahh, the fingers are stiff. It will take a  while for them to get used to holding a pen. Quick finger exercise - open the palm, stretch finger outwards, close into a fist, dig the fingers in. Repeat.
Ok now.. about to pick up the pen again, but eyes dart towards the screen. Tempted to check email.

Shut up. The last consequential email came two months ago. Nothing of consequence is online.

Pick up the pen. Don't fetishize the object now. Get on with it. Put it on paper, write a word and start it already. If I get to a sentence, perhaps I will get into a flow and won't have to look up from the paper at all. 

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