Monday, March 7, 2011

1366 x 768

I tend to believe that every little occurrence is intertwined, every granular aspect in our life dials for an answer, forwarding comments and expecting acceptance while diverting attention, there is an abysmal risk for mistakenly introducing utter nonsense into this formula, judgmental seniority depicts the absence of emotional pursuits, someone willing to love inadvertently calls back for past experiences, defining love is somewhat of a questionable endeavour, something which grows parallel within your own lively being, it’s a constant variable administered throughout our lives even if we aren’t suppose to know about it’s underlining simulations, some allow themselves to elaborate scenarios about rudimentary acquisitions for posteriority, developing a thirst not for the absolute but for uncertainty, this is something that few of us admire or are capable of, by transposing the thicken barrier which obliges us to attribute a need for consumption we are already stepping ahead into the transparent value of real felt feedback, I was fortuned enough to be subjected to a delicacy in the form of a doubt which unveiled something of an interesting follow up I had been thinking about for a long period of my life, again love, the orchestrated dance where meaning denounces the importance for assembling every segment of pairs or groups depending always on the realm of existing love gender, this conundrum presented itself by focusing on the need for this sentiment by differencing between reality and virtual perceived love, I answered by recollecting my own observations, that love is an intangible realization, and that we use our body as a vessel for experimenting with this specific feeling, concluding that a virtual idiom could be similar to it’s real equivalent, I believe that technology abruptly forced itself into our homes indiscriminately handling this new possibility for tangent intimacy without the inherent physical nuisances, there’s no established guarantee that this approach signifies more than of it’s curricular opponent, or vice versa. In this everlasting reign of possibilities writers present themselves to the eventuality of finding some sense of proximity to others, perhaps more closely than everybody else, they are the adventurous ones for whom persistence remains unlocked.

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