Discovered in an alley. Another "errant" mirror?
No, this one wasn't random at all. It had been placed there deliberately by someone who knew just what they wanted.
I was about to cross the street when I spotted a card of some sort on the ground (it was actually lying at the base of this bollard but I forgot to take a photo of it in situ).
Thinking if might be a gift coupon or some such trifle, I picked it up and looked at it more closely, turned it over, and realized it was actually someone's check (debit) card.
So I walked it over to the local police station and turned it over. Interestingly, the first thing I had to do was fill out a form that asked whether or not I was willing to reliquish all claims to the card. Maybe some people try to assert finders' fee claims? Anyway, I was of course perfectly fine with declaring my withdrawal of all rights to it.
Me, doing an impression of a Victorian undertaker who is recalling being very irked just a few moments earlier by the dreadfuly loud and piercing noises emanating from the throats of the three female middle-schoolers walking right behind 𝗆̶𝖾̶him.
The day's haul of imagery was not particularly interesting, and after a couple of hours I decided to come home. Then, on the way back I came across another crumpled plastic glove.
I wonder if they were mates^.
I just happened to happen across this sign outside a pub in a new neighborhood I was exploring. As a visual artist myself, I have to say I quite admire the way it made use of that martini glass graphic to achieve a wonderfully witty effect.
Taken yesterday, during the late afternoon/early evening walk with the Moon. The Sun was nearing the horizon, and I was impressed by that last little fleck of sunlight hanging on to the tip of the cross in a losing battle.
so, so wanted it to be true, even though I of course knew it was impossible -- that twig did NOT really penetrate or grow through the tree trunk; it's just a visual illusion. But still, compared to the hypothetical scenario of a billion monkeys randomly typing away on a billion typewriters for billions of years accidentally typing out the entirety of Shakespeare's Hamlet, I'd say a twig going through a tree trunk is a cinch.
I walk by this area all the time, but I just noticed this today for the first time. Three neighboring paving tiles, each with the same corresponding corner broken off in a pretty much identical manner. How does that happen? Did it happen in a single accident? That would already be unusual enough, but it would really be fantastically against the odds if it had happened in three unrelated incidents.
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Organs, bird, cartoon head, mutant doll, duck-billed dinosaur, body parts, shape-shifting monster caught mid-transformation. All very close, without quite getting there maybe... But isn't that the point?
This happened long ago, when I was in high school. I was alone at home. I had just lain down on my bed to take an afternoon nap, so this must have happened on a weekend (or during summer vacation -- why, oh why did I not write down everything then!).
Suddenly I found myself standing in the hallway. I did not remember how I got to be there, but the oddness of the situation did not bother me so much at the time as the fact that my vision was somehow impaired (in retrospect, it was as if my brain were operating on autopilot, with the critical faculty turned down) -- I could see, but the whole environment seemed steeped in a shadowy sort of gloom.
What did I experience? Was it some unusual semi-lucid dream? "Traveling consciousness"? A partially-conscious astral projection?
Oliver Fox, a pioneering writer in occult literature of the early 20th century pertaining to lucid dreaming and astral projection, set out four stages in the journey of dream-to-full consciousness in his writings. It lists, at its base level, to put it very simply, just accepting everything in your dream unquestioningly, just as you would with any other ordinary dream, then only after waking, realizing there was something strange or odd about the dream; then the next level is where you do notice something odd, but excuse it with your dream-logic as something that could normally exist within the dream. Then, in the next level of awareness, the critical faculty comes into play, and you compare things in the dream with the waking world versions, and realize it really is odd, but still justify it somehow, using loose logic (like "It could happen!"). The last stage is a fully lucid dream -- you see something in a dream that's just absurd, realize it could not possibly happen in real life, and therefore you must be dreaming.
Just one question...
Is it to keep people out, or to keep something confined within?
to have done this to my hand. Most likely I punched a wall in anger/frustration.
Luckily though, nothing seems to have been broken. Supposedly it happened in 2022, but as is so often the case with these things, I have no memory at all of this injury or what led up to it.
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