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Dreams

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I have thoughts of things that I would like to do, the thoughts make my body feel a certain way a physical reaction to the imaginary scene.

Then sometimes I live out those experiences and try and capture the moment, either with a photograph or with a print upon my mind.

How many times does the body feel the same in the moment of the experience in comparison to the dream? I am not sure it is ever the same.

But after when I look back, the experience and body’s reaction seem to fit back into the dream. The story you tell about the experience is explained with words you learnt to think before you actually lived out the thing.

But how did the body really feel? how was it in the now? how did you feel with the fire upon your face, to look at the stars and let the mind race. To be lost among your thoughts, to drift and die and conclude naught. Just sit and feel and lie awake to let nature consume, devour, sedate.

Power

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Lights, give the people what they want, give them everything, let them take it all.

‘Pame ligo’ they screamed

It’s yours the earth and you are not here for long, so take and keep taking, the quicker you take the better…

‘Well better for us’ they laughed, and the station kicked into overdrive. The next years P&L account would look even healthier than the last.

Wave

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The stage banked up, hit the apex, then dipped back down to the crowd, thousands of them standing calling his name, waiting with a nervous energy. For some this would be the first time, for others they had seen him many times before, but his level of fame was extra ordinary.

He walked from his dressing room up the stairs to where I stood, his daughter on my shoulders, as he approached his dressing gown was removed, the cup of tea taken from his hand and a guitar placed over his shoulder. He approached, smiled, kissed his daughter on her forehead and walked towards his fans.

They had been chanting his name for the last half an hour, but as his head appeared over the banked stage the energy switched, from a noise it became a physical force, a wind, a power. A power I had never experienced even from a physical object and it was generated purely by the screams of his adoring public. Their voices, chanting in unison, created a wind and it blew me away.

I staggered backwards, he raised his hand to the sky, clicking his finger, then stood motionless for a moment absorbing the energy, lowered his eyes from the crowd and strummed his guitar.