I could FEEL something nagging at the back of my mind, like the pieces of a dream. Only this something wasn’t only appearing in the nighttime theater in my head—it was in the air and in the sky. It started to drive me a little crazy—I was like the Richard Dreyfuss character in Close Encounters of the Third Kind—dogged by an obsession I couldn’t even name. It was a vision coming in from the periphery— stubbornly interjecting itself despite of logic and sense:  a new era that would begin in earnest precisely on Dec 21, 2012.Could it be that what felt like pipe dream of an impossible utopia was actually a working blueprint?  

I could FEEL something nagging at the back of my mind, like the pieces of a dream. Only this something wasn’t only appearing in the nighttime theater in my head—it was in the air and in the sky. It started to drive me a little crazy—I was like the Richard Dreyfuss character in Close Encounters of the Third Kind—dogged by an obsession I couldn’t even name.

It was a vision coming in from the periphery— stubbornly interjecting itself despite of logic and sense:  a new era that would begin in earnest precisely on Dec 21, 2012.

Could it be that what felt like pipe dream of an impossible utopia was actually a working blueprint?


 

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  1. mirrorliving reblogged this from brandtrueboy
  2. ineffableobservatory said: grok…used that Richard Dreyfuss analogy the other day with someone about photography…obsessed with capturing, with the lens, the disappearance that i was feeling …so i could say, “see i told you”
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