Sunday, March 1, 2009
We live inside our own self created images, but rarely do these images relate to what the real world requires from us. Often these things are all mixed up inside this potpouri, this decadence, these falsehoods that are the images we see on the outside. They bundle up inside us all and become part of our inner machinery. The result is the creation of new and exciting images to be a part of. This is imagination and without it we would be more alone inside than we are now.
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