she saw red

Colombian graffitti, taken from my new favourite blog:
http://www.fatcap.com/tag/street-art/

A Dive and A Dip

The colours of my dreams can so rarely be explained; forgotten before I speak. Blues and browns, with a tinge of red last night. Pink and green, or dark dark blood like red (danger appears or I fear for my life). The hues blend and change, like a ship at sea, swaying gently sometimes and other times in the throes of a storm. Often more reflective of the emotions "spoken", than any comparable daylight reality, they also make a bigger impact on my wake state later. Last night I dreamt of belonging.


Tonight, I hope not to dream much at all.

Language

Language. shapes how we see the world or is a reflection of how we see the world? (likely this is a chicken or egg question). Here's a quote from a local website. Note the masculinity and tone. Despite it being just print (discard all arguments about how tone can be lost in print), I feel that things are being communicated beyond the words. They aren't necessarily intended. Perhaps simply how this person learned to speak...nonetheless....

“The biggest incident over the weekend was of course the flare up of the Terrace Mountain fire. The biggest problem was the reallocation of man power to help with what was going on with the reestablishment of the evacuation orders.”
Holmes says because the fire affected areas in their detachment area, they had to pull some officers off of regular shifts to man the restricted zones."

Maybe it's just me.