My Wonderland

My Wonderland

Setting. Setting. Setting. A key element to stories. CSI have actually three. Mine is a cacophony of difference languages, distilled air in hot and cold, salty water breeze, spicy beef and chicken cooked in burnt coconut meat, lobsters and unussual looking crabs, narrow streets, sweet baggoong and the vinta. The elements of my wonderland.

Old Houses

Like classic stories, old houses bring us the experience and romance of the past. These are pictures of old houses that I grew up and loved since childhood.

Mornings at San Ramon

In reading denouements of stories the emotion that builds up suddenly crashes and then simmers down. You close the book and forget about the emotion except when the author is so good that the ideas linger like spectres that continue to haunt you keeping you awake even when your eyes are closed.

Mood right now is like a very good book that has been keeping me awake even if the specter happened a very long time ago. I drove around the city early morning for hours trying to drown my thoughts on speed, autistic repeats of songs on the radio and these wonderful pictures I took from San Ramon. I hope they don't cut down these beautiful trees as they have already done with many along the coast.

End of the World

Why does it have to feel like its the end of the world?

According to Haruki Murakami, the unconcious are strips of data and if coherent enough could pass for a movie. He used our shadows as a metaphor for our memories. Everyone who enters the End of the World are separated from their shadows. It is only when the shadows die that one becomes a true citizen of the town and becomes perfect.

He was right in saying that Freud and Jung only gave names to our unconcious, but the true function remains elusive. Maybe we all want that elusive end of the world that is all in our heads, the peace, calm and perfect world. Every once in a while we get to understand clips from our movie. And as our shadows die, we findout where we truly belong.