Why do we use imagination?

Do we use our imagination to simply escape from things we do not want to be surrounded by? Or is imagination simply something that is there, like the desire to drink or eat? Or both?
When we are children it becomes part of everyday life, from very early on. A rock and some grass is not just a rock and some grass but it could be a bread roll and salad. Mum may have found me eating a rock and grass but hey, I thought differently.
But whether the question, ¬†“Is escapism is really a bad thing?” is irrelevant. We do it. It makes us happy, or makes us explore beyond the walls of our own reality.

Iced milk is pretty good with some espresso in it.

There are three small birdcages in the cafe I am in. They are empty and obviously there for ornamental effect, as they are above a fire. Birds dislike fire. But you do see birdcages often in this kind of setting, with a lack of birds. What does it represent? Freedom? Or something they can dust? If it was to represent freedom the cage doors should be open. They’re ones don’t have doors, so they could represent subtle repression? That’s not relaxing for a cafe, I may write to them to inform them about this distressing feature. I have drawn them a picture to show how distressing it could be. Especially with one missing some of its top structure.


Ants appeared in our kitchen this morning. It was a sad day for them, as I knew I could not rescue in this situation. He had already discovered them, so they were going to get wiped up, swept up and poisoned. I wouldn’t be able to convince him that I could maybe do some signage up to inform them they are probably not welcome.


summer rain


I like when the wood on the back fence goes several shades darker when it rains. It absorbs the cool, fresh rain and looks like it has a fresh coat of paint. Thats what is happening this afternoon, on the first day of 2014.

I love when it rains on the first day of the year. It feels like it is washing and preparing for the new. The sound on the metal roofing above gets louder and quieter, the cycles of how light or heavy the rain is. A calming, soothing sound. Then a roar, a blast of summer rain, cleaning out a harder to cleanse spot.

My Facebook feed was full of resolutions, greetings and love across NYE 2013. Every year it is bigger and bigger, where social media becomes the platform of sharing and expressing regret, or thankfulness, or goals for the new year. Inspirational sayings are posted and some just let everyone know how wasted they are. But we all move together into a new year, some people argue its just another day. Other cultures do not even celebrate yet. Either way, we all move together. Breathe into the next day, and whatever it brings we have the option to sit and distract and consume. Or we can sit up, lean forward and do something. Make something happen. And not just today but until December 31.

I tell myself this. Will I listen?

4 months til I am 30. 1984, good year. 2014  _____ year.