Through a haze

I admit to being very aware of vibes. Most of all I like feeling the vibes that a city exudes. In my mind I compare it to the other cities I have visited (have to shame-facedly admit that the list is not too long!) and form a wispy mental character the place. I am also very aware that my opinion is subjective, biased and possibly conjectural.....and yet I catch myself doing this with every new city that I visit. Cities have character. They are mostly melting pots in which diverse elements add their own distinctive flavours. The alchemy of this mixture determines the character of the city. Sometimes the mixture is appealing and sometimes it is not. That totally depends on the person doing the experiencing. But no two cities give off the exact same vibes....no matter how similar.  Pre-conceived notions about what to expect from a city has ruined many a trip for me. So now I try to banish such notions from my mind before I set foot in a new city. I close my eyes and open them t...

Clarity. How completely it is lauded and how rarely it is encountered! As long as the achievable remains at a distance there is something to strive for. The inner compass points at what it believes to be clear...to be right....to be true and a mental gauge measures the distance left to be covered to reach that state. Oddly enough, these distances and directions shimmer and shift shape like a mirage. Appearing and disappearing in accordance to the mind's whims and fancies. Complete clarity is utopia. Not every thought can be put into words and neither can it be shared. But attempting clarity might constitute the last vestiges of sanity to some. Imagine living in a world of walls made of light...where nothing can be touched and the glare hurts the eye. Pure clarity might just end up being a self-defeating prospect.