Woooooot!
We got the apartment, and we're moving in on the 31st!

The next week or so is gonna be crazy stressful. Lots of sorting and packing to do.
But I cannot wait to start fresh in a swinging new pad! It feels so much more like a home than our current place.
((squeals))
I can't wait to decorate!
Madison bound!
Between all the craziness of moving, I thankfully get a little slice of special girly time with Briscoe next week.


I have missed my love muffin so very much, and can't wait to be back in the great state of Wisconsin.
Let the shenanigans begin!
Trying on new work pants is not so fun. Until the tits come out...?


Lately I can't shake this visceral frustration.

Swirling wants repeating madly, halting only for moments of tangible experience that snap painfully back into the everyday.
The classic Platonian dichotomy. The mentally conjured ideal versus the actual.
Do the fleeting ecstasies felt in the occasional vivid dream or in the pages of a Tolkien novel have parallels in our waking life? Is the nature of desire a one way street that always begins and ends with the limitations of our own imaginations?
I am obsessed with the power of the human mind and often wonder if our creativity as evolved beings doesn't give us false hopes of what could be. Is it possible to unlock the wonder and passion of fantasy, detach it from the realm of the imagined and experience it first hand?
Perhaps this is just something geeks such as myself keep tethered to our hearts, hoping real life doesn't actually pale in comparison to what our brains can create. As an atheist, perhaps this dilemma burns for me as a secular version of "is that all there is?" If I can feel something so strongly yet it doesn't actually exist then why not delve forever into fantasy?
The Matrix and Inception tackle these questions. Hypothetical mind endeavors carried out themselves in cinematic creations of human thought. Talk about a hall of mirrors mind-fuck.
Anyway, I am increasingly unable to reconcile these burning desires that both tantalize and torment...


We got the apartment, and we're moving in on the 31st!

The next week or so is gonna be crazy stressful. Lots of sorting and packing to do.
But I cannot wait to start fresh in a swinging new pad! It feels so much more like a home than our current place.
((squeals))
I can't wait to decorate!
Madison bound!
Between all the craziness of moving, I thankfully get a little slice of special girly time with Briscoe next week.

I have missed my love muffin so very much, and can't wait to be back in the great state of Wisconsin.
Let the shenanigans begin!
Trying on new work pants is not so fun. Until the tits come out...?

Lately I can't shake this visceral frustration.

Swirling wants repeating madly, halting only for moments of tangible experience that snap painfully back into the everyday.
The classic Platonian dichotomy. The mentally conjured ideal versus the actual.
Do the fleeting ecstasies felt in the occasional vivid dream or in the pages of a Tolkien novel have parallels in our waking life? Is the nature of desire a one way street that always begins and ends with the limitations of our own imaginations?
I am obsessed with the power of the human mind and often wonder if our creativity as evolved beings doesn't give us false hopes of what could be. Is it possible to unlock the wonder and passion of fantasy, detach it from the realm of the imagined and experience it first hand?
Perhaps this is just something geeks such as myself keep tethered to our hearts, hoping real life doesn't actually pale in comparison to what our brains can create. As an atheist, perhaps this dilemma burns for me as a secular version of "is that all there is?" If I can feel something so strongly yet it doesn't actually exist then why not delve forever into fantasy?
The Matrix and Inception tackle these questions. Hypothetical mind endeavors carried out themselves in cinematic creations of human thought. Talk about a hall of mirrors mind-fuck.
Anyway, I am increasingly unable to reconcile these burning desires that both tantalize and torment...




















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