tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322728.post1613555977850235084..comments2023-10-06T12:16:50.703-05:00Comments on Sleep Dirt: IpheliaHexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08075361498418228218noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322728.post-73044993121086892932013-03-13T17:41:15.274-05:002013-03-13T17:41:15.274-05:00I think...Idk if this makes sense but, *looking* t...I think...Idk if this makes sense but, *looking* the act of seeking or whatever makes it harder to see what there is to be found. <br /><br />There is a narrow focus involved in looking, a limiting factor that is necessary to the process, but which kills the real surprise of discovery.<br /><br />And often, I've experienced that what I think I'm looking for is neither what I want, nor what I needed, it was just what I liked at the time. <br /><br />But those moments of finding when no looking was taking place...those items, friendships, romances always stand out in my mind as the best.<br /><br />Everything can get fucked up somehow, nothing is 100% fail proof, but those perfect findings remain in you forever, not to be nostalgic over, but to form the scaffold on which rests your continued transformation. <br /><br />Right? <br /><br />-Hanakazehanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07956630817317888916noreply@blogger.com