That was the gist of a fever dream I had as a kid. One penny. It multiplies. I’m quickly dwarfed by a mountain of that which should be small. Sounds benign but I was legit shook after waking up.
The mountains here make it more pleasant🫠
That was the gist of a fever dream I had as a kid. One penny. It multiplies. I’m quickly dwarfed by a mountain of that which should be small. Sounds benign but I was legit shook after waking up.
The mountains here make it more pleasant🫠
If that’s the same criteria you use for looking for that someone, and you proceed with an open and courageous heart: it won’t be a dream.
And I would say that we have general artistic conventions of depicting elements the previous commentor suggested: smell lines, meat in teeth, etc… Their absence from the scene leads me to believe the commentor’s interpretation is far from the artist’s intentions.
What a cheerful read. An arguably poetic detailing of what was before a rather simple and casual endeavor: your intentions for the sand and the intentions of everything it’s comprised of. Thanks for sharing it
I believe the spirit of “doing nothing is good for the soul” in the context of the whole, is pointed more at the dissolution of the thought that you ought to be doing something productive.
I would credit you the question, can one ever “do nothing?” Sitting on a park bench is something. Listening to birds in the morning is something. Breathing is something. These things are good for the soul, they are not “productive” in a capitalistic sense and I think that is the point of the list.