I love how this sentence runs like a river "To create, memory, not mapping, time, not space, feeling, not thinking, are the real triggers for inspiration"
"The world exists independently of our representation of it. As children, we instinctively approach it without detachment, melting into it, becoming it. It's only later that the analytical mind defines, draws boundaries, re-presents things, and orders them. And, over time, I had let this analytical mind take over.
To create, memory, not mapping, time, not space, feeling, not thinking, are the real triggers for inspiration." This will stay with me Hugo, thank you :) Great Job!!!
Oof, this really hit me. “Everything exquisitely precise, yet resurfacing in a vague, confused, disorderly way in my mind.
I wrote it down to give it consistency. Just a few lines, to make this feeling last, a few lines that were outflowing as if taken under the dictation of a Muse, definitely not me.
And they were beautiful.
Not because their forms were worthy of a place in the Pantheon of the great writers my Grandmother revered, but because they resonated, they came from deep within me - because they made the memory last.”
Your realization that you canceled your feelings to jump to the conclusion was stunning. Thank you for sharing this ❤️
This rings so true Hugo! "That my rational mind was preventing me from experiencing the very thing I wanted to express." Looking forward to reading more 🙂
Wow, beautiful piece Hugo. Lovely use of language to convey the core idea. Really felt pulled in by the vivid details of your personal stories. Keep writing!
I love how this sentence runs like a river "To create, memory, not mapping, time, not space, feeling, not thinking, are the real triggers for inspiration"
Beautiful piece!
Thank you Malika!
Beautiful! So much feeling in the piece and great motivator for creating. Thanks for writing it!
Thank you so much Anna :)
"The world exists independently of our representation of it. As children, we instinctively approach it without detachment, melting into it, becoming it. It's only later that the analytical mind defines, draws boundaries, re-presents things, and orders them. And, over time, I had let this analytical mind take over.
To create, memory, not mapping, time, not space, feeling, not thinking, are the real triggers for inspiration." This will stay with me Hugo, thank you :) Great Job!!!
Thank you Roxanne! Can't wait to read more from you as well :)
Bravo Hugo ! Keep on keeping on 🌱
Merci Lyou :)
Ah, the writer is present! And what a banger of an ending paragraph.
Thank youuu Josh ☺️
I am in awe of your writing♥️
Thank you Khushi :))
Oof, this really hit me. “Everything exquisitely precise, yet resurfacing in a vague, confused, disorderly way in my mind.
I wrote it down to give it consistency. Just a few lines, to make this feeling last, a few lines that were outflowing as if taken under the dictation of a Muse, definitely not me.
And they were beautiful.
Not because their forms were worthy of a place in the Pantheon of the great writers my Grandmother revered, but because they resonated, they came from deep within me - because they made the memory last.”
Your realization that you canceled your feelings to jump to the conclusion was stunning. Thank you for sharing this ❤️
Thank you so so much Erin! :)
This rings so true Hugo! "That my rational mind was preventing me from experiencing the very thing I wanted to express." Looking forward to reading more 🙂
Thanks so much Mahathi! :)
Wow, beautiful piece Hugo. Lovely use of language to convey the core idea. Really felt pulled in by the vivid details of your personal stories. Keep writing!
Thank you so much Liz :)