A Letter to a Compulsive Thinker

Take a deep breath

And before you exhale

I want you to understand how dangerous it is to be a part of the social illness of compulsive thinking. There’s a battle inside your head that is the past and the future, and the “now” is lost in time, which is why you think time flies. The “now” is something that your mind does not know because it never learned to stop thinking for a while- take a break. I know what it’s like, I understand.

Tell me, what are those voices you hear inside your head before you sleep?

Close your eyes, exhale, take a deep breath. The past does not concern you.

You are perfect and whole

for this minute, for now, because this is all you have now. And in it your soul speaks a language you understand, in it is your whole world.

The future is perfect, it awaits your decisions that will only be made with a clear mind when the voices are quiet and calm, and I want you to remember:

The monsters you fear are not under your bed

they are inside your head





Writing About Alice

In an evening of July, kids on the grass laid after playing around. It was twilight, it’s almost time to go inside. Their hands behind their heads stretched out on the ground, whispering tales here and there with childish fabricated events of imaginary knights.

On the grass they were as they said your name, quiet mouths and attentive ears, looking around for your trace and the pocket watch you left behind somewhere. I was watching them from distance, no, you are not a tale. Isn’t it true that the characters of our favorite stories are alive, dancing around in our heads somewhere? If it is, then how is it that far from reality?
I don’t know, nothing makes sense, and that makes perfect sense.

Beautiful, innocent eyes of children glancing at each other, dreamily giggling, enlivened by tales of dragons and heroes. Your name forgotten now, but not by me. I remember you hinted something like “reality and imagination merge” and there is no difference between them, “isn’t life but a beautiful imagination?” you said, so I light my candles and celebrate my dreams before I sleep because I feel compassionate towards you, as if I visit your head every time before you speak and I know exactly what you want to explain, so I understand you, and I understand your madness, maybe because I have my share of that too.
I still believe in the abyss of your mind with mirrors betraying your reflection and echoes screaming your name. And I know that the human brain is universe, and our eyes encompass infinity.

So I walked to the children, recited some of Lewis’s words that reminded me of wonderful people like you:

“In a wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream
Lingering in the golden gleam
Life, what is it but a dream?”



Artist Transforms Bonsai Trees to Cities and Castles

Japanese artist Takanori Aiba has taken bonsai trees, food packaging, and even a tiny statue of the Michelin Man and constructed miniature metropolises around these objects, thus creating real-life Bottled Cities of Kandor. Explains Aiba of his artwork:

My source of creations are my early experience of bonsai making and maze illustration. These works make use of an aerial perspective, which like the diagram for a maze shows the whole from above (the macro view) while including minute details (the micro view). If you explore any small part of my works, you find amazing stories and some unique characters.

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via: io9.com/5885182/artist-transforms-bonsai-trees-and-empty-cans-into-insane-lilliputian-cities

Portraits Cut from Layers of Wire Mesh

Korean sculptor Seung Mo Park creates giant ephemeral portraits by cutting layer after layer of wire mesh. Each work begins with a photograph which is superimposed over layers of wire with a projector, then using a subtractive technique Park slowly snips away areas of mesh. Each piece is several inches thick as each plane that forms the final image is spaced a few finger widths apart, giving the portraits a certain depth and dimensionality that’s hard to convey in a photograph, but this video on YouTube shows it pretty well. Park just exhibited this month at Blank Space Gallery in New York as part of his latest series Maya (meaning “illusion” in Sanskrit).

via: Christopher Jobson,


You Are

The color
of your blood
is not
what they tell you
it is the color
of all the fields
of flowers
you admired
when you rolled
the window down
from the passenger seat

and in your eyes
resides the full moon
you loved
and all the sunsets
you ingested

You are the places
you choose
to travel to
when you sleep

And I’d like to
go there