Comments on: Imagine Us

By: Lewi Lolska

Lewi Lolska — Tue, 06 Jan 2009 00:45:56 +0000

Why not make the packaging unattractive i.e. enforce a minimum size for the packet, heavier weight cardboard etc so it doesn’t fit in your pocket and therefore becomes bulky to carry and no longer seen as a status symbol to the under age.

By: ritz

ritz — Fri, 05 Dec 2008 12:29:22 +0000

There has always been that creative expression.

But people only tend to see amidst the glaring glow of lime lights…

Amidst the growing consensus…

Amidst the comfort of communal acquiescence.

I’ve always been enamored by raw and quiet talent, genius in lackluster form, shyness in people of pure power, nonchalance in class unbecoming, free-spiritedness in wonder peeps of pure reckoning.

I can count in one hand the number of people who have made quite an impression on me when it comes to their modes of expression. Their luster I gazed at in unadulterated form, when the world hasn’t seen yet the geniuses they’ve become.

Knowing people this way makes me appreciate them more. I find it more sentimental, more personal, more real…

I don’t know. Maybe I seek to see people this way… know people this way… appreciate people this way, and see them for the gems they really are with or without the mass accolade because that too, is how i wanna be seen, how i wanna be accepted.

A precious stone doesn’t become a gem just because somebody has seen it and has decided to call it a gem.

A gem is a gem is a gem.

A diamond, a diamond.

A zircon, a zircon.

Coal, coal.

Michelangelo has always been Michelangelo.

We all have niches where we thrive best.

We each have our purpose.

We all just need time to shine.

And a space where we shine our brightest.

By: orinoco womble

orinoco womble — Fri, 05 Dec 2008 11:06:39 +0000

True; without the reality of the imaginary, there would be no creative expression. Michelangelo wouldn’t have bothered, because his “Last Judgement” depicted something that “isn’t real.” Or wasn’t–because it certainly is now.

And we are enriched by it.

By: ritz

ritz — Fri, 05 Dec 2008 07:44:57 +0000

I usually am able to identify at the onset which is imaginary and which is not.

If I choose to be caught up BY the imaginary, it is because innate in me is that unending hope.

I hope that by being real amidst the imaginary, the latter may see me for what I really am…

Or i may see the imaginary for what it really is…. Its reality.

By: Somerled

Somerled — Thu, 04 Dec 2008 14:18:38 +0000

I’m curious, what do you do on an online date? Do you IM, do you go to a virtual world like Second Life, do you play an MMO like WoW?

By: Madness

Madness — Thu, 04 Dec 2008 05:41:27 +0000

Very clever. I think I’ve seen this from experience, too.

Me I never bother to separate the imaginary from the real. Because, see, the real is the perceived, and the imaginary is… what, the improvement of the perceived so you’ll like it better? Who said the perceived had anything to do with truth anyway?

What is truth? Truth is nothing. It is a tiny speck of clairvoyance that is useless to almost everyone.

By: Medryn

Medryn — Wed, 03 Dec 2008 21:26:19 +0000

My father once told me after a serious breakup, that love, as real as it may feel and as much as it may seem secure, is usually 90% in your head and only 10% real… If you think hard about it you’ll see the truths in this statement.

IMO most people who suffer these hard breakups are having to break up with that imaginary part of what was real to them.

By: Caitlin

Caitlin — Tue, 02 Dec 2008 18:47:51 +0000

Yes! Yes! Yes!

My first, my only true penpal.

Meeting him as an adult years later was not a mistake, but I miss him as a character in my day dreaming.

By: mona lisa

mona lisa — Thu, 27 Nov 2008 15:46:51 +0000

yes. it was my fault, and it hurts every day.

By: Dani

Dani — Sun, 23 Nov 2008 17:06:37 +0000

Fiction, actually. She had wrote a wonderful story with a friend and I commented on it every chapter. The site used allowed people to view personally messengers like AIM or MSN, and we started talking. That was… oh my, probably about three or four years ago. And now we still write together.