The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as
dreams are alive, more real than real ...for a moment at least...that
long magic moment before we wake. Fantasy is silver and
scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli.
Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab.
Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red
meat and wines as sweet as summer. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of
Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus,
reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller
when they finally come true?
We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La. ~ George R.R. Martin
We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La. ~ George R.R. Martin
Keep dreaming in 2013!
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5 comments:
I see eyeballs. Lots of them :) Happy new year Miranda :)
Now, eyeballs are about the only thing I do not see... ;-)
I think this is an image that you could easily put on a wall, and see something different every day!!!
I could hang this on my wall for a while. :)
«Louis» wishes you all the best for this New Year!
Pretty bright colors!
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