A lost friend, a look again.
How Annie always tumbled in.
Lost beyond the camelsphere.
Need to find that piece of luggage.

Deities in windows, staring.
Played the harp of stingrays.
Time stretched, we carried pills.
You, me, and Ursa Minor.

Poured my wits upon a script
Drifting through a time-split.
Demon always being still.
Harboring ten-thousand tempos.

Though I thought I was just bored
And it was just curious.
Bubbled up before it’s gone.
I’ve broken through a breakthrough.

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Why is fantasy getting so popular all of the sudden?

Discussing it with my wife, she made an interesting observation: Maybe the popularity of fantasy is booming because our culture was getting too saturated with reality TV?
Hm. I read somewhere the more rational the world gets, the more irrational fantasy needs to be.

Fantasy is one of the oldest forms of storytelling. We used the fantastic to attempt to explain the world when science could not. But, now that science can explain a great deal of the workings of our world, where does fantasy fit in?

We dream in fiction every night. So fiction must be important to our everyday lives, somehow. My wife jokingly said, “I don’t know anyone who dreams in non-fiction!”

I fondly look back on my early childhood, remembering what it was like to live within the constraints of my imagination without impunity. As I grew older, role-models made it clear I was expected to cast aside my childish ways. The problem with that was, any innocence I loosened my grip on could not be regained. The imagination I have left is what survived being smothered by grown-ups, and what survived the harsh sting of the real world. Read the rest of this entry »