Flying Whales #01
S&R 107 - Instruction #01
"Let's explore the connection between our dreams and our perception"
- Ilya Shtutsa
Last weekend I trip to outside of bangkok with my family , It ’s small town near the sea call Phetchaburi. They have kite festival with theme Deep Blue Sea and highlight for this festival is giant whale on the sky.
On that night I think I dream some story but can’t remember my dream so disrupted , then when I woke up and think about some novel that related to whale than I read this.
Chief among these motives was the overwhelming idea of the great whale himself. Such a portentous and mysterious monster roused all my curiosity. Then the wild and distant seas where he rolled his island bulk; the undeliverable, nameless perils of the whale; these, with all the attending marvels of a thousand Patagonian sights and sounds, helped to sway me to my wish. With other men, perhaps, such things would not have been inducements; but as for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts. Not ignoring what is good, I am quick to perceive a horror, and could still be social with it- would they let me- since it is but well to be on friendly terms with all the inmates of the place one lodges in.
By reason of these things, then, the whaling voyage was welcome; the great flood-gates of the wonder-world swung open, and in the wild conceits that swayed me to my purpose, two and two there floated into my inmost soul, endless processions of the whale, and, mid most of them all, one grand hooded phantom, like a snow hill in the air. / Moby-Dick
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On that day I try to walk out from center of festival to find some sailor or Ship and I found this man.
You may can call him “ Ishmael ”.
Flying Whales #01
S&R 107 - Instruction #01
"Let's explore the connection between our dreams and our perception"
- Ilya Shtutsa
Last weekend I trip to outside of bangkok with my family , It ’s small town near the sea call Phetchaburi. They have kite festival with theme Deep Blue Sea and highlight for this festival is giant whale on the sky.
On that night I think I dream some story but can’t remember my dream so disrupted , then when I woke up and think about some novel that related to whale than I read this.
Chief among these motives was the overwhelming idea of the great whale himself. Such a portentous and mysterious monster roused all my curiosity. Then the wild and distant seas where he rolled his island bulk; the undeliverable, nameless perils of the whale; these, with all the attending marvels of a thousand Patagonian sights and sounds, helped to sway me to my wish. With other men, perhaps, such things would not have been inducements; but as for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts. Not ignoring what is good, I am quick to perceive a horror, and could still be social with it- would they let me- since it is but well to be on friendly terms with all the inmates of the place one lodges in.
By reason of these things, then, the whaling voyage was welcome; the great flood-gates of the wonder-world swung open, and in the wild conceits that swayed me to my purpose, two and two there floated into my inmost soul, endless processions of the whale, and, mid most of them all, one grand hooded phantom, like a snow hill in the air. / Moby-Dick
.
.
On that day I try to walk out from center of festival to find some sailor or Ship and I found this man.
You may can call him “ Ishmael ”.