Anarchy and solidarity forever

I recommend not attempting civil discourse with tankie scum. They always use every opportunity to speak to muddy the waters and sow chaos.

Something about the eyes…

The eyes have it

Really nice!

Y’know, this is the reason why current global events are so depressing to me. We should all have the time and just…wherewithal to explore these things. Because there are some truly important questions we’re (I think) asking ourselves.

And yeah, I’m kinda there with you. My dreams often feel like memories of other people, though I don’t know why I feel that way. I feel the strangest sense of nostalgia, too, when I dream sometimes.

I honestly don’t know what they could mean, if they mean anything at all. I tell myself they’re just fantastical visions my brain invented but…how? From what source? Using what inspiration?

I honestly don’t know either.

The boundary between dreams and reality might be thinner than we realize, perhaps? Because I’ve had an oddly similar experience, though with sleep paralysis involved. Kept waking up over and over, kept running to the bathroom mirror to see if I was still dreaming.

I actually don’t know if I escaped that lmao. For all I know, I could still be trapped in a waking cycle.

…man it’d have been terrifying if I actually did wake up just then

Doesn’t sound crazy. Some of us (like yourself, and me to a lesser extent) have to probe at the boundaries of our reality. Dreams, I think, are one way that we do that; probing at reality with the tools we have available to us. Art captures those moments, sometimes. Or so I think lmao, I’m merely an art enjoyer

That said, I have strange dreams too. Reminds me of a spiral tower I dreamt of once, made of glass or crystal.

I look forward to seeing more of your works!

I request that you keep sharing. The three I’ve seen have all been wonderfully evocative, though I’m no art expert by any means.

Love the surrealistic, almost whimsical style you seem to employ. Really stoked the fires of despair and hopelessness in me, but also relief at knowing there’s an end that awaits all of us, together or apart. And the spectacular beauty of it all.