Danny--1. let's not give in to stupid structured "last" shit. i just remembered that a 4 nights ago ***** was all "this could be the last time we have granola in the dining hall" and i vommed all over myself 6. never ever ever ever ever change. this is a random thought. and i know it won't happen. 10. thanks again for visiting me while i was grounded from leaving the dorm. love you.
"In ordinary perception, the senses send an overwhelming flood of information to the brain, which the brain then filters down to a trickle it can manage for the purpose of survival in a highly competitive world. Man has become so rational, so utilitarian, that the trickle becomes most pale and thin. It is efficient, for mere survival, but it screens out the most wondrous part of man's potential experience without his even knowing it. We're shut off from our own world."
"It’s a strange phenomenon, talking and drinking. You talk and talk and talk, and drink and drink and drink, and it all vanishes into air, into hot air, and memory retains only a flavor of the undercurrent that usually runs unnoticed beneath all social commerce, and is most present during these often confessional, feverish, impassioned, heartfelt, rambling, almost unconscious conversations."
1. When we fall in love, the brain releases a chemical called phenylethylamine (PEA) which causes our palms to sweat, our hearts to race, and "butterflies" in our stomachs. It's possible to trigger someone else's brain to release PEA by looking at them a lot during a conversation, which in turn makes that person more likely to fall in love with you.
2. We only dream of what we know. Our dreams are frequently full of strangers who play out certain parts – did you know that your mind is not inventing those faces – they are real faces of real people that you have seen during your life but may not know or remember? We have all seen hundreds of thousands of faces through our lives, so we have an endless supply of characters for our brain to utilize during our dreams.
"there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather while say flopping on a bed thinking of nothing or say pouring a glass of water from the spigot while entranced by nothing that gentle pure space
it’s worth
centuries of existence
say
just to scratch your neck while looking out the window at a bare branch
that space there before they get to us ensures that when they do they won’t get it all
"It is no accident that you are reading this. I am making black marks on white paper. These marks are my thoughts, and although I do not know who you are reading this now, in some way the lines of our lives have intersected... For the length of these few sentences, we meet here. It is no accident that you are reading this. This moment has been waiting for you, I have been waiting for you. Remember me."