The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination. – Richard Wright
Do you sometimes feel overwhelmed by your own imagination? All the stuff locked up, and ever expanding, inside your own head?
I feel that everything we see, smell, hear, taste and touch becomes a part of us. It never leaves, even if we can’t bring it to mind when we try to think of it. All of it is still there. Our imagination takes it all and mingles it in new ways, finding new ideas from the database we give it.
This is why I don’t like violence shown in the media. It becomes part of our culture, part of our surroundings and part of our imagination. Whether you believe it, or not. Nothing that goes into your mind is ever really lost. Like karma, it will come back to you in ways you can not imagine.