REAL! by blake
When I woke up this morning, I found the world largely as I left it. I was still myself; the room in which I awoke was the same one I went to sleep in. The outside world had not been rearranged. History was unchanged and the future remained unknowable. In other words, I woke up to reality. Although the fact that I awoke to this reality is apparent, deep thinkers and philosophers alike attempt to discover a more thoughtful explanation to what reality truly is. The more we try to understand it, the more difficult it is to comprehend.
For example, one cannot explain supposed supernatural / paranormal activity that occurs in this realm. Some will argue that ghosts, or specters, do not exist because they themselves have not encountered them. Perhaps it is true that these beings do not exist to them, however, there are instances where others claim to have met these ‘poltergeists’ and believe without a doubt that they are REAL! There have been records of unusual phenomenon happening in mysterious places across the globe. These places are revered as haunted, and a great many thrill seekers venture to these locations to experience the unexplained activity that occurs.
There are many theories as to what ghosts are. According to Wikipedia, ghosts are souls and spirits of deceased people and animals who are materialized in the world of the living. Normally, according to various belief systems, the souls of the deceased abandon their lifeless shell, and venture on into the realm of the afterlife. However, it is commonly stated by those who have a strong faith in divinity that if a person who has passed away had committed sins irredeemable even in death, then that person’s soul is condemned to exist soul bound to the earth for all eternity! Many individuals do not believe in these specters, and hence, they do not exist in their reality! For some, on the other hand, ghosts, specters, spooks, ghouls, and so on, are very real. These spirits only appear to certain people; people who are believed to have different sensory stimulus.
We humans have a great variety of ways in which we can perceive the world. To do this, we utilize our five senses: sight, sound, touch, taste, and smell. When we click the remote in our hands and the television flickers to life, we can visually see the image of characters we know and love dance about onscreen. When I lay upon the grassy hill top, a group of honey bees gather about the flower patches. I can hear them buzzing back and forth as if trying to make my day miserable.
After a heavy winter storm, the children burst outside of the dark, and bore some school building, laughing and shouting at one another as they dance in the soft powdery residue. As I grasp a handful of the untainted, powdery snow, I feel its icy chill sting my warm, bare hands. I hold a double decker burger delight between two anxious hands, grease lightly dripping down from the piping hot patties. My mouth salivates, as I draw the burger close to my impatient jaws. My teeth, gleaming with anticipation, sever a section clean off the delicacy which I held in my trembling palms. I can taste it all! The steamed sesame seed buns lightly coated with butter and garlic, the molten cheddar coating the juicy, dark beef, giving a constant flavor to the bite, the cool, crunchy iceberg lettuce introducing a sensational texture to the mix, smoked, wavy, crispy bacon giving an unforgettable flavor to the receptors embedded in my tongue. I walk through a town in order to deliver some mail. Along the way, I pass by a pleasant bakery. I can smell the steaming croissants through the open door, inviting me to stop by the shop.
All of the scenarios mentioned above are all real things that have happened to me; things that have happened in reality.
a letter from berlin
I’m staying in a house with Hadley’s friends, it’s 4 floors with like 50+ people livin in a kind of punk community. Very politically minded folks, which scene I am not a part of, but they are super friendly and accommodating. I’m about to share a bed with Hadley, who is a tall human. We’ve been on a bus/ferry from Copenhagen all day, barely ate, and I am trying to figure out whether the anxiety of being around so many people is worth the stress or if I should just get a hotel for a couple nights.
The skating here looks to be very sparse, but everyone speaks English. Staying with a dear friend is lovely, but I think I’m obsessed with skateboarding right now. Our hood has really wide, seemingly empty cobblestone streets, and huge buildings like this one seem to be the norm. I sewed for the first time today-patched holes in this hoody I’ve been wearing daily for 2 months, and found a shirt at the “free store” in the basement that says “evil has a new face” in German with a picture of a baby chicken. I think I might be a really private person.