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"Whispers in the Twilight," created in Daz Studio with postwork in GIMP.
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Sometimes, when the light hits just right, you can see into another world.
"Whispers in the Twilight," created in Daz Studio with postwork in GIMP.
Prints available here.
Since I offer him libations of wine before sleep*, Hermès starts to send me dreams. Yesterday in the last one, I was talking about thoughts with a former philosophy professor:
''Thoughts are organic matter, that's why we cannot...'' I don't remember the end of the sentence, but I'm quite happy - I rarely remember my dreams. This one was about the limits of rational mind I think.
In the first dream, I got robbed.
So, psychological effect or not, this exchange was very rewarding. Thank you Hermès !
(* A historical practice with Hermes to have good dreams, cant remember the source)
the first four hours following midnight are neither AM nor PM but a secret third thing
The Time Outside of Time
For the past week, my daily routine has been abnormal. Instead of hearing my alarm in the morning and instantly getting up to get ready before I must leave to drive into work, I have been turning the alarm off and going back to sleep for a while in the hopes that it will help my body heal from what plagues it. Instead of spending eight hours at a desk working on orders, I find myself spending a…
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Does anyone else find the sound of a distant bus passing by late at night strangely evocative? Like, I know it’s just the 11:02 on its way downtown, full of tired and baggage-laden transiteers, but all the same...hello! I hear you! Where are you going so late? Will you take me with you?
Liminal hours are something else at Elsewhere. There are few who will stay awake though them willingly. Those who do are considered strange, by both the Gentry and the students. The crows like them, though. They're often the ones who will make food specifically for the crows. Food made during the liminal hours has power, more than it should. Given to the crows, it's a powerful gift
The liminal hours change. You don’t know when one will come or how long it will last until you’re in one, and there are no sounds from the trees outside anymore.
i feel like we always talk about the week in between christmas and new years as a very liminal time. but a liminal time of the day is in between the end of an appointment you have and going to or back to work. no one can touch you during that time. all work knows is that you’ll be in eventually, and no one at the doctors office cares about you past your appointment. for a very brief time, you are free.
told a customer today that because it’s liminal time i’m smoking as many cigarettes as i want
he thought it was funny