An Open Space

Rain causes people to be depressed. People like to go lay out and take in the sun on a warm summer day, how many people do you know that will do that when it's a stormy night? Everyone I know will stay in and watch movies, but not me :p The view in my head is what can be seen as bleak to other people, not just the rain, it's a dark world altogether. It's hard to explain my views but I guess the best thing to say is that I'm pessimistically optimistic.

I love taking in the sun, but maybe not in summer so much. Summer is a bit TOO warm to be standing out there in the sun, sometimes. Well, then again, I live in Australia. Wherever most people are, you probably barely get warm. I don't like the cold, though, so it's not such a bad thing!

I just had a weird thought in my head,

Marbles - What does that make your think of?

My thoughts...

I'm a drifter that travels to places where people have lost their marbles. They can't find their way back to their mind because I eat their marbles to gain their knowledge. I'm scatterbrained because the thoughts I consumed are the combination of everyone elses'

I like marbles. They're fun to play with. I'd like a room where the floor is completely covered in perfectly spherical marbles, the door a little above floor level so as to keep them in there.

Another thing is that one day I'd like a room that has completely black walls with a whole lot of different coloured lights set into these walls. I'm not sure what the ceiling would be like. Perhaps a mirror or some other type of crystal/glass set-up. Maybe I'll give that room the "marble" floor. *grins*

I'd probably be creeped out by the mirrored ceiling :p I always feel like I'm being watched when there is a mirror, like it could be 1 way glass with a camera on the other side. Or maybe it's just my mirror self that is watching me but I treat him as if he were a stranger staring at me

I also find mirrors a little creepy. I always worry I'm going to see something in them that I don't want to see; overactive imagination, as well as watching too many movies. At the same time, they're a little comforting. I don't feel like something's going to sneak up on me like I would without one.

Hammer--love your marbles. I was gonna say, it reminded me of that one guy from the movie Hook, who went around saying "I've lost my marbles!" And then he finds his marbles....I was happy for him.

I'm obsessed with Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, so I remembered this bit of dialogue after I read your description:

The Creature: What kind of people is it in which I am comprised? Good people? Bad people?
Victor Frankenstein: Materials. Nothing more.
The Creature: You're wrong.
[Picks up recorder]
The Creature: Did you know I knew how to play this? From which part of me did this knowledge reside? From this mind? From these hands? From this heart? And reading and speaking. Not so much things learned as things remembered.
Victor Frankenstein: Slight trace waves in the brain perhaps.
The Creature: Did you ever consider the consequences of your actions? You made me, and you left me to die. Who am I?
Victor Frankenstein: You? I don't know.
The Creature: And you think that I am evil.

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I had a weird experience with a mirror once. Well, more than once, since I don't seem to recognize myself when I am goal-oriented and confident. It's amazing how different I appear to myself when I'm not busy berating myself.

Anyway, a couple of years ago, I'm out at a bar with a friend--a rarity these days. I have one beer and then I have to pee. Off to the ladies room I go.

It was dark, so I thought that the huge, floor-length mirror was an open door. I had my eyes down, as usual. So I see this girl come around the corner. I almost run into her. She has great legs. I expect her to hate me. I love her top. I gather up what courage I can. I say "Excuse me. You go first." And then I make eye contact....With myself.....

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I still don't.

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An even creepier experience was when my mother, her uncle and I went to Atlantic City. The hotel gave us a honeymoon suite, complete with recessed lighting and a mirror on the ceiling. We...um...requested a change.

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"Mirrors on the ceiling and pink champagne on ice,
We are all just prisoners here, of our own device.
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Last thing I remember, I was running for the door;
I had to find a passage back to the place I was before.
'Relax,' said the night man, 'we are programmed to receive.
You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.'"

--Hotel California

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I don't have much else to add today...sorry. Not feeling particularly creative today. I think the rage over my dog and the nausea from last week's leftovers are doing a number on me.

This is much more the kind of thing I created this thread for! Memories and so on, how they will unexpectedly connect with words. Not that I don't love the creative imagining.

Ah, well I can give you plenty of those, lol. There's an average of 20 things per day that trip my triggers. I'm just surprised you haven't hit any of them yet...

I also enjoy the word-paintings...very much so...they are a welcome break from reality. I didn't realize I could write like that, but you and Hammer brought it out in me. So for that I thank you.


Marbles, positive thing, I guess. I remember playing a version of Chinese Checkers with my great-grandmother. She called it Solitaire, because you were supposed to jump the marbles until only one remains on the board.

Oh wow, it actually looked exactly like this...
http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/19 ... v_XSN10001


Except that my great-grandmother's marbles were hand-blown, and the board became more and more oval as the wood dried out. I think I still have those marbles somewhere...Memories that are "almost lost," I guess...

I hate and love circles.