I like things to slowly creep in. It was slow. The sense of stasis. The joyous morning changed as the sun got brighter. I felt dizzy, but the dizziness was not a whirling dervish. It was like the drone of bees.
Bees remember faces, I read somewhere. If dizziness is a bee it will remember. I hope it ceases to like me and wants to forget. It has been a few hours now and it has settled down but not out of my system. I can feel the after-effects.
Words are rumbling in my head. Rambling. Voice recognition. Afia. Comments. Replies. Pause. For the bees.
White on white looks pale yellow beneath sodium lights.
Change creeps in slowly. Wait for me. The bees will leave. I will sting them.
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FV wrote:"White on white looks pale yellow beneath sodium lights."
Will we ever know if what looks yellow (or red) to one person looks the same to another...everybody knows what a colour looks like, but they have "known" it since they were a child, so they only call something "red" because someone pointed it to them as a child and labeled that colour as red.
Maybe what one person calls yellow is another person's red, and neither will never know, but both will always agree that the colour is called red...hmm.
FV
R U OK? Why R U fighting with these big words? U'll get nothing, nothing at all. At the end big words will slip away and 'll leave you behind bleeding.
So, gist is ifyou play with fire, you get burned.
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Al:
You are talking in metaphysical terms. I am big on perception. So, are we talking about conditioning, as in "known" or "known" as in reality or factual dimension? A yellow is called so, therefore we think it is yellow. My white looked yellow but did not become it. However, if you came in and saw it for the first time, you might think it was yellow all along because of what you know of yellow.
Therefore, we have conditioning, observation, perception and counter perception and alteration (sodium light) all in one place.
Fascinating. Even if what I was writing about was that I was unwell and could not get to the computer to write...and no one even noticed that. No perception, cognition or SENSITIVITY. Hrmph.
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I am not OK. I never am. I am better or worse. Never just ok.
What big words? These are simple worlds written in a dazed state. My words bled along with me, anyway. I am not playing with fire, just watching the candle melt. Ultimately, all goes away...even burn marks.
FV, Sorry to hear you are not well, and sorrier for not figuring it out from the words :-S . I am too stupid to tell if your post was another O'Henry-tale-like post or whether you were really unwell.
Anyways, please take care and get well. I was going to delete the earlier post, but what's the point.
Best.
As long as you accept your 'stupidity', it is ok. Seriously, it wasn't a big deal...except even my mundane moments (an unmoments) are a bit more than O'Henryish...as you can see, I am trying to reply and make myself as difficult as possible :)
If 'stupidity' sounded harsh, my apologies.
FV, No need for apologies...feel free. :)
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