(And no images for this post, text wall about many things that also are not!)

Ah, to write! Who doesn’t love to write? Way back in the old days, that would mean get a quill, an inkwell, a parchment and hope to God you could write before sunset, otherwise you’d have to write using candles. Prior to the invention of eyeglasses (or the proper knowledge to fabricate them, since they seem to exist since circa 500 BC), you’d have to be lucky to write a lot without losing a good part of your eyesight (if you had a perfect one to start with, that is). I can only imagine how it must have been to write like that. In fact, I think I can’t at all because, since I was but a little child, I hated to write. Typing’s different, though: Love it. I can type without getting tired at all for ludicrously long periods of time, and that’s probably normal nowadays, specially with the rapid increase of computers and the more-than-fast widespread of the internet.

Alas, I’m missing my point.
And, at the same time, I am not!

After this entire off-topic and, sadly, gibberish-intro, one wouldn’t be able to realize that this is exactly one of the main problems of people who, like me, absolutely love to write (or type, if you want, but I’m a neological person, and this applies to meaning as well), but have no focus at all.

Actually, we do! But it’s far too diverse, being therefore viewed upon as laziness, since you don’t get to write what it is that you want. A bunch of content, without focus, is nothing but information. However, as already said in here (or so I trust), information is always something to cherish and uphold!

Admire information, love it, hug it closely to your bosom, kiss it, take it to dinner, make protected, safe and wild sex with it, information is simply the best thing in the whole world! Knowledge is power, as it is rightfully told, and of my favorite quotes of all time comes from one of my fondest and most intelligent idols, Oscar Wilde: “Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.“. Here is a man from whom you can learn many, many great things, but don’t overlook others such as Machiavelli, Socrates, Plato or Dante.

Ah, where was I? Yes, yes, information. Although quite lovely itself, one must never forget that laziness is equally amazing! No, don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean that awful type that makes you oh so unproductive, striking you down just when you are about to start on your new hit-series book and ready to embark on the eventful and amazing journey that it is to be a famous book writer in your teen years, after writing the many volumes of your literary masterpiece! Yeah, right. But I’ll blabber about that type of writer another day.

And when I say laziness, I mean the cozy and socially acceptable kind, where you just lose yourself in a world of blankets during a cold winter day, just resting and relaxing, enjoying the huge pleasure that it is to do nothing all day long. I miss those days already. The thing is, whenever I enter in one of those states, I just can’t seem to get out. Ever. And I’m pretty sure almost no one can, which is, in the very least, pitiful.

Admittedly, though, nothingness can only entertain one for so long, and soon boredom becomes our worst rival, a true arch-enemy! How amazing it is that most of us, during our short life spawn, are never satisfied with things and, when everything settles down and becomes routine, we need to do something else, unless we want to become madmen. When we do find an exciting activity to keep us busy for a good amount of time, it could quickly become too tiresome for our poor minds and bodies, which barely got out of an uneventful and peaceful life.I find it rather funny how we can never settle down for just the small things (or we can, and are rapidly labeled as complacent, or just lazy), but I also find it rather amusing. If not for this recklessness and brilliance of ours (often aided by a very short amount of time), I wouldn’t be able to write this bunch of nonsense for you, dear reader.

Albeit asking for too much, I’d also love it if at least I could just settle down for some moments and write about one specific thing at a time, without worrying too much about others. But another topic comes up right away, more news, more information to be held.

Again, I must say that this entire laziness business is just a poor man’s excuse for me to not start writing a book (again, for the third time—but I lost the files for the other two accidentally, so don’t blame me!), and that I should just metaphorically—or literally—slap my face and get started on it. Only after I finish writing all the ideas I had, just now, for this another sad excuse of a blog.

Asking myself why everything had to start with that letter,
Arthur Müller. 


First of, if you never heard of Harry Potter in your life, or just didn’t cared, please, do take 99 seconds to look at this video, quite spoiler-free and amazing, if you already know the series:

Now, what to say about this magic saga, that seemed to be just another book series but quickly turned her author into the first person to ever become a billionaire (as far as I know) by writing books? Many things, clearly, but the principal one, however, would be that, although I truly love this series, it’s not my favorite one. By just a tad, though.

Another important thing is that, albeit not my favorite one, it was the only one whose books I read day in and day out for a good period of time, two weeks (back when I was sick and in a hospital, I had nothing else to do and had the first 3 books at my disposal, brought from home). Probably read them about 10 times each, easily, without getting sick of them at all. In fact, each time I read one, the more I liked it, the first one still being my golden gem.

I actually remember that, back then, I wanted to read them so badly after I found out about such a mysterious and fantasizing story, that my dad got me the first one and said that he would only buy me the second one when I finished reading it, afraid I wouldn’t like the series. He was blatantly mistaken, though. After all, I practically grew up with Harry and his companions,  since I was about 11 years old by the moment I started on it.

Got the book by afternoon. On the early morning of the next day, I woke him up, excited about already finishing the book, and hastily made my way to the book store with him.

Look at that simple, yet nice adult cover.

The whole scenery where the story happens, both in the magical world of Hogwarts and in the “muggle world” is beautifully described, not just with rich, bright and luxurious details, but the entire surroundings are cautiously detailed in each chapter, each paragraph, not just within the characters’ encircling, but themselves as well, their diverse emotions and reactions to situations that, quite obviously, aren’t your normal ones, even in such a special place like Hogwarts. It’s truly charming how the author managed to express the diversity of personalities and make sure none of her characters (who can barely be called hers, since they do seem to have a particular life of their own, even more than in other novels) reacted out of it, since some were more mature (or immature) than their age portrayed them to be.

The actual story itself is, however, not only incredible, but also enticing. It’s far from being a child’s book (at least when you look at it as a whole), and it has this one small feature many, many series tried but failed to achieve: it matures itself with each new book. Since we’re following the story of Harry Potter, which starts without a doubt when he’s 11 years old, it may seem quite light-hearted and obvious how everything will play along during the first few books. But when we reach the fourth book, things start to take on more sinister twists, increasing with time, and not only the whole atmosphere, but the narrative itself tends to become more focused on it, getting slightly more indirect, less subjective and more emotional.

About characters death, that’s not as unexpected, since many die, in more ways than one, and this is not the first magical-based book series to do so. But I simply love the fact that it’s not just the main characters that die. If you read, and not necessarily with that much of attention, you can see right away that many characters who barely appear are portrayed and, by the end, accomplish feats and tasks with the same importance as the main ones (I take everyone with a name and more than 15 mentions as “main characters”).

What about the movies? Well, I saw the last one a couple of days ago, and I have one thing to say:

Always trust Snape!

Starting with the first one,  the entire cast seemed to be handpicked in such a way that you simply cannot imagine the series being played by other actors/actresses. Their performances, needless to say, was also breathtaking, and all of the movies (… With the slight exception of Prisoner of Azkaban, with all due respect) are loyal adaptations of the series. Ranging from special effects to the soundtrack and photography, this entire series is without a doubt, if you like it even if a bit, worthy of a marathon with friends and familiars.

But I’ll be honest: Despite growing up with this (and many other series, truth be told), I did not cried copiously during the whole last movie, like many did. There were parts, however, that I couldn’t hold myself to tear up a bit, I admit. But I see no reason to cry and be so sad about “the end of it all”.

After all, if you think about it, it’s just closure to a specific part of ours (or, rather, my) life, a series that ended some time ago in its book format and just now in the film one. It’s nothing to be sad about.

If anything, life goes on and, as stated before, J.K.’s characters also have a life of their own, and so should we.

After all this time, still writing,
Arthur Müller.

(Hi there. Long time no see. A very long time actually, almost one month and a half!
Blame games, tumblr and my vacations.)

I know how much of old news this is.

So. E3 came, went, and everyone was really excited by that afterwards, which’s exactly how things happen, since it always leaves a big impact on everyone. From what I could tell, since I only watched the three big conferences (Microsoft, Sony and Nintendo) and EA’s one, it was all split into one big joke and some awesome innovations.

Then again, isn’t it always like that?

Admittedly, it wasn’t exactly like I expected. And some things were just as expected, for the better or the funnier.

Nope, not THAT funny!

First big conference to brighten my day was Microsoft’s. And not even one minute in, while they were starting with the first level of Modern Warfare 3 (which was already spoiled to death, but I care not), a controller error happens for a few seconds, and I swear 80% of the viewers (online, not the audience, they’re somewhat obliged to not laugh at errors) at least giggled a bit. Now, that could be considered just a typical error, but we’re talking about Microsoft here. Anything bad that happens is ludicrously increased due to Kinect’s overall failure. Not to say it’s a complete gimmick, but it was made to sell more XBox 360 units due to its multitude of uses, from lazily browsing through your movie playlist to awkwardly talking to someone or making sure the whole buyer-spectrum is increased, since now older people can enjoy exercising games and girls who barely play games can just buy a dance one and do some steps.
Not a bad move, just awfully planned and rushed.

After that and a literal flood of bad games, even more bad Kinect action (what was that whole Star Wars: Kinect even about, good God Lucas stop the cow milking), the only thing that made my jaw drop a bit was the new Ghost Recon game, and its weapon customizing system. My God, what is that? Truly nice just to look at.

Come on, this IS awesome.

Though, truth be told, the whole thing was really just a big scripted presentation after all, just like all of Microsoft’s.

Now, for Sony’s little show…

"Calm down everyone, this apology will just take lots of minutes."

I was hoping for Kevin Butler making fun of the whole PSN Hack in any way but, instead, what we got was Sony’s CEO Jack Tretton apologizing every time he got the chance to. Which, to be honest, just made for a poor presentation. Not that I don’t understand his heartfelt apologies (which wouldn’t be so “heartfelt” if he didn’t made millions out of PSN itself), but the way the entire first half of the presentation was focusing on that was kinda sad. Pitiful even, if I might say so myself, but I suppose that’d be exaggerating. After all, he did what he was supposed to, even though Sony’s apology-gifts could be better.

Now, the second half… Here’s where the magic kicks in. See, back in 2010, Sony thought it would be cool to introduce 3D technology to games, making sure people were able to play them like so by just wearing a pair of glasses, while obviously with their PS3 connected to a Sony television which performed all the magic. And they thought it’d be cool to innovate on that too. Which brings me to the Playstation TV, a television that allows you to play split-screen games with other people while viewing your own screen fully (yes, glasses, obviously).

Can it do my homework? Nevermind that, still awesome.

Not only that, but they also announced their new portable console, the PSVita. Ok, not the brightest of names, but hey, still quite something! Specially when you get to actually play your game on a TV without losing your progress and/or the graphical quality! Yes, it really looked like a good portable console, and I wanted it right away.

That is, until the third (and usually biggest) conference.

OK, the whole "Wii" name is kind of an appeal.

Let’s face it, Nintendo always manages to pull some incredible technological show and, since they’re the last ones to present, it’s like the other companies just go to a corner to silently cry (yes I am exaggerating for comical purposes don’t bash on it). But this year was off the chart with Nintendo’s new console, WiiU. Firstly, that’s the most ridiculous name ever. And secondly, this funnily-named console is pretty much Nintendo’s entrance to the actual game market.

Yes, I said entrance.

You see, pretty much all of Nintendo’s customers are loyal ones, who tend to go just for the same old franchises, buy new consoles just because it’s a family-brand one and all that which we already know. Now, though, Nintendo’s bringing in the heavy firepower to counterattack this gen’s consoles, not just with the system’s specifications, but with how it handles it. Many new titles seem to be coming to it, and a broader range of genres as well, including the ones everyone thought were feared by Nintendo, like “gorey” First Person Shooters.

WiiU fact sheet, dated from the end of the conference.

About the controller, which possess augmented-reality, you may think it’s just something to take our eyes away from the fact that this new console “won’t stand much of a chance against the other ones, specially new ones!“.
I beg to differ:

Then again, I’m not gonna place high bets on it either. Let’s just wait and see, shall we?

Signing out again, hopefully without more breaks,
Arthur Müller.

(Wallpaper) Ah, piracy, who doesn't do it???

If you never, ever pirated anything, then welcome to the Internet! Here you’ll find a nice .torrent client and then you get here, here or here to search for, well, anything you want! For anime and Japanese media in general, you can try here! Now why would I help you, newcomer who never pirated anything, on this illegal electronic enterprise?? Well, I don’t want you to be left alone in a world where pretty much anything that hits the internet is free!

That and I do not support piracy.

What!? Don't be amused, Dave!

But my case is a very, very specific one! Quite easy to understand, though.

I’ve been using the internet for downloads since I was a little boy, though I only did small things, like getting Roms for a set amount of time, getting some games, musics and so on. One funny thing, though, is that I used to keep a list of anything I truly enjoyed. Still do, as a matter of fact. Whenever possible, I buy the things in that list. See, the whole concept of having to pay so you can even try, see or listen to anything never hit me like a good one –and I know capitalism isn’t good itself, shush-.

So, why not get what you want and then, if you enjoy it… Buy? Makes perfect sense to me, since you’re helping out who makes such enjoyable things for you even if, apparently, there was no real cost for that, like small indie games. Or digitally sold albums since, you know, things take effort to be produced, and that is nowadays rewarded with money.

No, work is not free. Call me when you get out of Slavesville, please.

Getting anything off the internet and making a profit over it is clearly wrong, no mistake there. Therefore, if you get the newest album of your favorite band, burn it to a CD and sell it for a third of the actual price, you’re –for lack of a kinder word– an asshole. Now, downloading something for your own entertainment/use, that’s perfectly fine by me!

Now (and this should already be crystal clear to you), let’s say you really want to watch a movie that’s out on DVD (or Blu-ray, if you may), but you’re far too lazy to rent it and you don’t wanna buy it now. So, what do you do? Download and watch it! If you enjoy, buy the damn thing already! Or when you can, there’s not really a rush. I say this because the industry (any, but specially the games one) likes to say how they lost an incredible amount of money due to piracy when, in fact, those were (in the large majority of cases) just downloaded copies.

And yes, I am aware of the whole –dream– concept of piracy not being actually illegal, since it’s just copying things. This is where my opinion on piracy itself gets tricky.

But first, a stupid video:

Yes, stupid to a degree, and I’m certain you know why. If you don’t: It uses clever and ambiguous words like “ideas“, and silly examples like “bicycles” to masquerade (if you haven’t got it from the video, which is obvious) the fact that copying anything like music, games and so on is not actual, –il-legal theft and, therefore, should not be punished in any way whatsoever! Although one doesn’t profit (most of the times) with this, it’s considered piracy or, if you want specifics, copyright infringement. And with this I both agree and disagree.

Hell, take a look at Canada or The Netherlands for instance: You can download copied music just fine, without any kind of legal problems. Same in Spain, but you can’t make a profit out of that.

Seems they legalized common-sense. Perfect!

While on the subject:
Say no to DRM-protected media and pirate the fuck out of it, thanks.

(Wallpaper) This is actually somewhat instructive!

So, summing it all up, getting money out piracy is not cool, buying the product if you enjoyed it is. Though not everyone is so kind as to buy the product after the download.
Which is the only actual drawback with this policy, since trusting human beings wholly is as safe as hugging a flaming sea urchin (?) without being hurt at all.

Also, sharing is an amazing concept, I love it!
Sharing music, films, games and all that! For free!

But people need to make a living, so get realPlease.

(I own none of the images/videos above)

Considering now a place in The Netherlands,

Arthur Müller.


(And back to normal, sorry everyone, sickness can be a harsh mistress)

Sad but True. Oh, so true...

The so fabled school (or college, in my case) grades. Don’t get me wrong though, getting good grades feels fucking awesome! But you don’t need to stress yourself over and over again because of them.
Below, because I like to share this small portion of wisdom that I –think I– have, some small tips to light up your night life.

  • #3 – Chill the fuck out.

Some people think these are insanely important, and that you can’t succeed in life without good grades. Some of that is true, but only to a degree. As long as you understand the subject you’re studying perfectly, you don’t need excellent grades since, well, we all know that exams can mess up with your head a bit and not all of them are fair. No, really, some are meant for you to fail or get an awful grade.

… And then I remember when I got a 3,4 out of 10 on a 10 question multiple choice exam, each question worth 1 point each, no formulas required seriously what the hell?

Ahem. Moving on. When you’re doing an exam, don’t worry about your grade, as long as you know the subject well and you get something that’ll say you’re an okay student, things’ll turn out for the better! Just eat some chocolate, listen to some music or anything like that, and don’t stress over exams. They’re important in their own way, and shouldn’t affect you. Not in school, not in college.

You really don’t have to be concerned about grades, just about understanding what is it that your teacher is trying to teach you. Yes, even if you think it’s useless information due to the fact that you’ll do a completely abstract course on college and can’t be bothered to remember all these silly naming rules for Organic Chemistry. Trust me, it’s not useless. Which leads me to…

  • #2 – No knowledge is useless.

Let’s say you aim to be a Computer Technician. Or an Architect. Or a Lawyer, even. Why would you want to know about mitosis if you’re going to fix computers of a high level? Why is it that chemical nomenclatures haunt you if all you wanna do is draw marvelous sketches of places yet-to-arise? Or why, oh why you must know Calculus as a lawyer?

It’s not about your profession, it’s mostly about life itself. These kind of knowledges open your mind to other types, and so on. Plus, they always make for good conversation topics, trust me on this one.

Not only that, but they also serve to get you ahead in life in many, many ways. For instance, did you know that most private companies that hire you also base themselves on your overall knowledge other than on where you graduated and so on? Of course that’s also a plus in your resume, but if you have a variety of knowledge, not specifically in your area, it means you’re an interested, self-motivated person who doesn’t settle for less!

  • #1 – Grades don’t control your life.

Yes, good grades usually lead you to better schools and a better college. There are some exceptions, like in here (Brazil), where you don’t really need superb grades to enter a prestigious college. It’s recommended, but you don’t need’em. In fact, you can spend your entire time getting bearable grades and still do well in life. Grades, actually, mean pretty much nothing.

Great, excellent grades are there just so you can get hired and such without much effort, and usually by companies/places who treat those hired like one more number to their work-force. Sure, that’s good if you just want money and a “job” to fill your life with something, but I find that most people who have those need extra amounts of placebos (more on this on the next post) to get through life without swallowing loads of pills.

Also, you probably won’t apply 80% of the things you learn in college at your job, and you probably can get an awesome one right up your alley without that too, so stop worrying too much about life!
But don’t slack off.

That’s pretty much it, I suppose, but above all, never, ever, ever give up. It’s not a number that’ll stop you from achieving what you want, not if you truly want it!
And I mean it.

(I actually kinda own this one image, since I did it today, but what the hell!)

Wondering if there was anything more to be said on the matter,

Arthur Müller.

Traveling wishes.

Few are the people who don’t want to travel somewhere. Some would love to go to London, Berlin or Paris, others can’t wait to know Sydney, New York, Washington, Beijing, Tokyo, Dubai or São Paulo, heck, there are many places to see! I, for one and, naively, would like to know the world. But I don’t mean just the main global capitals, that’d be nice but not everything I want. And I don’t mean just visit either. What, I’ve got about 40, maybe 50 years ahead of me? That’s not much time left, and I’m sure I won’t become an actual immortal.

Then again, I’m not entirely sure about the need to travel to places, mostly since booksand now the internet– can take me pretty much anywhere. Still, it’d be nice to live for a few years in different places. For instance…

Ah, Amsterdam, such a nice place to be!

This is the dream of many youngsters. Imagine, a place with legalized weed, prostitution and some clubs! Although I’d just stick with the clubs, living in Amsterdam for a few years would be nice. I honestly have no idea of what I’d do to survive there, sure, but it wouldn’t hurt to try. Get a job as a book store clerk or a librarian, carry loads of fishes and other sort of foods somewhere, or even get by fixing old people’s computers for a reasonable price. All I’m aware is that it’d be an amazing experience!

São Paulo!

Are you kidding me? This city has an incredible cultural diversity, and I wouldn’t mind working there as, well, pretty much anything. Though it’d be nice to try my luck as an assistant graphic designer. Sure, I have no practical experience in the area, and although I’m handy using softwares, I can’t draw to save my life (thus, assistant), but it’d still be nice. And I don’t really care about the payment, as long as I can get a place to live, it’s relatively clean and can fit my computer. Also, internet connection. Then, I’m set.

Tokyo Tower brings back some good, old memories I'm rather fond of...

No, honestly, this is a silly wish I have. Tons of people go there just to “teach English”, and that’s also one of the things I want to do. Mainly because I know English and I like to teach. Granted, I’m not graduated for that, but I’ll be in some time, so no worries there. Plus, it’d be just lovely. I know, millions crowded in tiny places etc., but that wouldn’t bother me. What would, though, is the supposed bias on foreigners. Who knows, I could also work full-time at an electronic store, or help at a takoyaki place. I’m pretty sure I know how to cook  a few of these, according to the number of videos I saw and articles I read about it. At least I hope I know how to. I’d also love to just stay at a Buddhist temple, praying and helping the place out, no problems whatsoever. Talk about eclectic.

But I’d be cool doing anything else too, like racing or drifting for money.

Despite what people say, it was a good film.

Ah, the Vatican. Such beauty!

Just thinking of this place makes me wonder all the historical events that took place there, and how awesome it’d be for me to live there for some time, studying them. Funnily enough, I’d just have to learn Latin and, maybe, just maybe, Greek (I’d also love to stay some time in Greece!), then I’d be set as some sort of translator. Or interpreter. Or no, I could work again on a small store, I really don’t mind about income, as said above. As long as I can get by, that’d be fine. And again, this would also be one hell of an experience! Mmh… Or I could graduate in Theology and go there, that could work too. I suppose.

I knew something was amiss! London!

Bouncer. Yeah, I’d work as a bouncer in here and, although I’m almost sure I wouldn’t be hired, it’d still be awesome to be one. That or learn how to produce some cool beats, organize a few set lists and improvise as a DJ of sorts. No, no dubstep. I even thought of applying to work on London’s police force, or do some of the other jobs mentioned above. Anyhow, that’d be great! Not one of the safest places ever, but it’s not like I don’t live in a place like that too. Maybe I could get a job at a local clinic too, doing some minor work of sorts. Not that I’d mind going to other places, like Africa for instance, and do that. It’d also contribute to remarkable experiences in life!

Seoul, the marvelous capital of South Korea!

Oh look, another Asiatic capital! But still, in here I think I’d give a shot as a stock market employee. Or, although highly unlikely, get a job as a writer for a Korean pop magazine which debuts new bands every month or so. Yeah, that could work nicely, I guess. Plus, I’d get to listen to all that k-pop every day just fine. I could even work as an assistant at the music entertainment business… Now I’m strongly tempted to stay there for more than a couple of years. Oh well.

I mean, look:

Not for many, granted, but I for one really like them. All of them.

Sweet, sweet Paris!

Paris is easy, if I get good at drawing I’ll be just one more of the many sketch artists who wander aimlessly around the Eiffel Tower, or even better, work at a bakery shop! Or a café, as a waiter… Although my coordination isn’t all that good, I do think I could serve one table at a time. Perhaps two if I try hard enough!

But, realistically speaking, I probably won’t be able to live in all of these places for a few years, but just visiting them, taking a few semi-professional pictures and writing about it would already be amazing.

(I own none of the images or videos above)

Wondering if it’s hard to get a place in Seoul or Tokyo,

Arthur Müller.

I rarely dream. And I mean actual dreams, not those semi-awaken thoughts you have while dozing off somewhere. Many people I know dream, and some dream quite often, but that’s a luxury I’m not too fond of. First of, dreams are (scientifically speaking) just flashes of your memory, usually your more recent one, due to your brain “organizing” past events for easier recognition. That and most people tend to subconsciously think of many “hallucinogenic” things. Plus, most people don’t remember their dreams. I had a constant, repetitive, sadistic dream back in 2008, but not going into details now.

Not to say, though, that I never dreamed before that, or that I don’t recall those dreams either. And, on the dream subject, one thing that I find odd (not weird, just odd) is how people can be extremely influenced by random images that happen to be shown to you during your sleep. Then again, I’m not the wisest person alive, so I don’t know if dream interpretation holds any truth or not. All I know is that people who freak out about a dream being the foresight of something isn’t that much of an welcoming topic. I mean, I’m a good listener and all, but telling me you’re certain someone will die isn’t that appealing.

Maybe you losing your tooth in a dream just means you had a tooth pain of sorts recently…? Just maybe.

The Dream, by Henri Rousseau.

The farthest dream I can recall is actually a series of the same (they seem to happen often with me), when I had… 10 years, I guess. Some Japanese girl about the same age as I had, short silver hair and a constant smile. No, I didn’t watched glorious anime too much back then, and none had that kind of character. The weird part, though, was that first we were sitting outside some store in a mall, and then I was outside what looked like her house, but it was built with decadent wooden boards, like all the ones in what appeared to be a small, fishing village. Well, it was on the coast and having some boats and fishing nets nearby. She seemed to be eating dinner while I was in the rain, waiting, or just looking at her with a null expression.

Fine, not the most amazing, exciting and/or intriguing dream of all, but it happened in a series of years, with just small changes, like her smile’s size or the amount of rain that poured on the outside. And that went on for two months or so, then it suddenly stopped. Oh well.

Like her, but as a child and without the glasses.

Now, about random thoughts, oh buoy. I get those all the time, like many of you probably do, but on a much bigger frequency, due to the fact that, while I do have lots of things to do and in theory shouldn’t even have time to write in here, I procrastinate like crazy. In fact, I should start one of my many works after this, better safe than sorry!

Getting lost in thoughts, thinking things aloud, creating scenarios and possibilities for everything at least three times per thought, all of those eventually become an art of sorts. Many share this, specially if you’re technologically needy (like I am). And, although it is an art, so to speak, it’s a very bothersome one, specially since my attention span is like that of a child in a foreign, colorful and exotic field trying to listen to a scientific explanation.

Yeah, not that big at all.

Though I do wonder what’d it be like to have a lucid dream. Never had one, the few people I know who perform this say it’s amazing and, honestly, I don’t think I’d get out of one alive. I love to sleep and, at the same time, I hate it, because I’m wasting too much time while doing so. I could use that time to think of new, better ways to improve my days, or to think of solutions, or even sleep way less (which is what I started doing after college gee thank you college).

If I could lucid dream, instead of flying over an ocean of lava and cogs, I think I’d think about things, a lot.

Though flying above an ocean of lava and clogs is tempting.

I mean, look:

Oh God the Land of Heat and Clockwork.

One day, one day…

(I own none of the images above)

Signing out ready to procrastinate more,

Arthur Müller.

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