Saturday, April 22, 2017

The Rings

I was reminded that none of us are the same as we were yesterday.

I remembered also I have my dreams being kept inside some of the mushrooms.

I saw one of the mushrooms this morning: the rings of many years of dream and sum total of my experiences.

While reading, you are staying at the outer ring.

Where is Alice? She runs here and there, she belongs to the past and the present.

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Stool mushroom

You can name this mushroom a table or a stool. It grows high up on a tree trunk, even a shrunken Alice too would have difficulty to use it.

Then the mushroom starts a conversation, "Just rotate this picture and your problem will be solved."

What a digital mushroom with a digital solution.

And if I hear it correctly, everything could be achieved digitally.

Alice, you must unlearn and relearn.

Sunday, April 2, 2017

Fallen Stars

So Alice should have arrived on weekdays; all mushrooms in the jungle are now a simple ordinary mushroom, as simple as everyone of us.

A slime mold whatsapped me then, following by one that was air-cushioning atop a bracket mushroom. Is disguising as a mushroom a trend now, though they are also called moon poo, star jelly or star shot?

They should be prouder to be themselves. Google rang me that Fate magazine described them to be of extraterrestrial origin which float through space!

"As he whose quicker eye doth trace, A false star shot to a mark'd place, Do's run apace, And, thinking it to catch, A jelly up do snatch." - 1641, Sir John Suckling.

Interesting, very interesting! How could Alice miss this part of the Wonderland?