My thoughts turned opaque, reflecting all of my ideas in on themselves like paintings on the inner surface of a soap bubble, as though all that I had to direct me were my own distorted images. Did I create them, or were they haunting me from the minds of others whose influence had guided me, unknowing, all this time?
July 15, 2006 10:28 AM (13:28 EST)
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Oh Opaque,
I love that word. I see opals in my mind when I think of that word. Or rice paper. Or the reflection of your eye in a pearl.
Memories are opaque, and dreams too.
Do you know the movie Labyrinth? I was thinking of the masqued ball inside the soap bubble/crystal in that movie. Soap bubbles remind me of opals when the sun hits them just right.
Opaque always makes me think of the Labyrinth. I don't know why. Maybe it's the ball. Maybe it's the movement of the characters. Maybe they say it at some point. I don't know, but seriously, that's the word association with opaque for me.
How weird.
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