Saturday, April 30, 2016

Man Complication

Snails act as though they were perceived to follow the instinct of man; same to mushrooms.

Same to man himself.

It is actually no Amazon in snails' Google, mushrooms would never vroom vroom-away and arrive at the galaxy. Behind all these only that one man thinks hikinig, marathon and photography mean everything.

So today mushroom is just an ordinary white fungus that extracts nutrition from its host and provides mineral in return, a simple life only when human complication is absent.

When a snail is a snail, a mushroom is a mushroom, a man can only be a man.

And this one man cannot stop daydreaming until the vessel of his body is shattered.

Funny enough, Google, in the past few years, taught computers how to dream. Computers would then become human being.

Saturday, April 23, 2016

Map of Dream

Yesterday builds today's  lush carpet-thick of memory, and the memory extends in tomorrow to become today's dream.

It sounds complicated. This is what has been observed as a waveform of the life of a snail.

A snail moves not in a hurry. Would it travel faster if it knows that the size of Amazon Rainforest is 2.72 million square miles, and there is a river, the Rio Hamza, around 4km underneath the Amazon River?

Everyday is a fascinating eye-opener. A snail would, if it could, it surely would like to aim for a bigger map of dream.

Then, everyday is a full-marathon to the snail.

Saturday, April 16, 2016

A little Ant's Inspiration

I shot dairy of little black ants this morning; they spent many hours on moving tonnes of loads, on miles of uphill and downhill, bumpy and slippery jungle trails. Of course, these were all in terms of an ant's units of measurement.

So I kept my eyes wide open because ants age just in a few blinks of human eyes.

These ants seldom stopped for long, which already seemed to be very long to them, to exchange facts and jokes. They continued working hard, learning hard and laughing hard at the same time.

I repeatedly clicked their fast routine. Though I knew none of these pictures could be good, they were a big boost to me.

Because I only have a flat hierarchical pyramid of needs which is as tall as a little ant.

Saturday, April 9, 2016

No But Yet So Much

It was a quiet morning in which I spent quiet times taking pictures of quiet mushrooms deep inside a dense quiet forest.

A sense of inner delight and a kind of connection between friends we felt comfortable with.

No talking existed, but yet so much talking occurred.

"I feel your presence." And that's enough. 

"Happy morning, my mushroom."

(Whenever I mention "You are my mushroom", this is an honour.) 

Saturday, April 2, 2016

Two Mushrooms

"It's Rumoured that man suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter."

"I laughed so loud yesterday."

"How could you be so sad?"

"Life is a thousand times too short; I wanted myself to spin like a ballerina, but it turned up I visualized myself only as a fat top."

"That's a bad reason to laugh."

This creative visualization, in mushroom's terms, is called little daydreams.