Very often I think of myself as a sponge, soaking in information, and then soaking in the atmosphere and somewhere along the way the information blends with the atmosphere to create a story, so that all the ink gets out, for me soak in new hues.
Every hero worth his salt, be it Krishna, Christ, Buddha, Moses, Mohammed, even Horus, had soaked the atmosphere of their time experienced it then took a radical path.
Even to create a fiction film, book, whatever it has to be close to reality, to evoke that empathy, so soaking of the culture where we place the story is really necessary. It allows the reader, an escape like having a secret key to every door, and permission to go into any realm and soak it up. That’s what people enjoy.
I agree with Jeff Ament when he says ”I have to go someplace where I can soak myself in a creative atmosphere.”
Like. Chloe Mortez shares.”My brother Trev went to the professional performing arts school in New York, and he used to do his monologues and stuff and rehearse in our apartment all the time. So I used to hear him all the time doing these things over and over and over. And when I was a little girl, I used to soak up everything like anything anyone did, I soaked it up.
In this context I would not like to say no more soaking—for million words are going through my head and honestly I can’t say one of them. I want to sit, simmer, you know I want to soak it all in—the moment is amazing.
not alway though, there is an atmosphere that breed morbidity, or depression then one would like to say no more soaking, lets dry out, soak in the sun , let the birds chirp, and peacock dance, the swaying of the tree, the surf from the sea, lets welcome the music of life, soak in it, like the Tomatino festival until morbidity changes hue to the resplendent exhilaration of life.
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