I have a strong fascination for the dreamy, irrational, wonderous, obscure. Fantasy worlds, unreal colors, indescribable sensations, mosaics emotions.
These things exist clearly when we’re dreaming. But sometimes within reality as well. When listening to music, looking into someone’s eyes, the sky, patterns on a rock. As well as any art form really. I try to live in this world as much as I can. It’s quite easy to when the thoughts of reality are absent. The reality we consider and agree on is very rational. Strongly structured and absent from any color.
I always feel as if I’m on another planet whenever I listen to play music. It’s started to make me curious. What would happen if this fantasy world became our reality, and reality became our fantasy world? That somehow we could change our brains into finding and living in this world a majority of the time and only enter the normal world when needed. Just like what young children do.