I love rocking in the clouds. I usually do it when I do street photography.
Moreover, I often daydream while writing new texts. The truth is that I often have conversations with myself. These are imaginary dialogues when I talk to myself in my mind or with other people I’d met in real life. Still, these dialogues are always fictional. Imaginative discussions are only one of the ways how I rock in the clouds. What are other ideas? For example, I imagine future generations watching my photographs and reading my texts with the same curiosity as I watch Eugene Atget’s photographs or read Fyodor Dostoyevsky’s texts. I do it, among others, while contemplating Taschen books, reading other readers, or listening to audiobooks, like I used to listen to Thomas Mann’s “Doctor Faustus” in a car.
Was I rocking in the clouds while driving? No. It is one of the moments (another one is when I work in the office) when I must focus on everything around me, not my thoughts and feelings.
I noticed that I like daydreaming while falling sleeping. Sometimes I have visions on the verge of dreams and reality. I do not need alcohol, weed, and other shitty drugs and stuff to float high in the sky. Did I mention that I regularly take freezing showers in the morning and drink water and coffee practically all day? I only eat after 7 p.m. (this way of eating we can name “intermittent fasting”). I write about it because I want to stress that I do not need external power-ups to register one text daily or rock in the clouds. The truth is that I do not know whether I have a more developed imagination than others. I do not think so. Still, I write more than the average man. That’s why I give myself new stimuli and impulses to rock in the clouds.
