What does your mental landscape look like?
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I would think my mental landscape's prominent feature is the castle. For one, it suits my historical tastes, and two, my will to secure and protect my own private thoughts. I also love a mountainous landscape, with the presence of lakes, rivers, deep dark forests and starry nights. Not only are such things beautiful, but a castle fits perfectly into such wild landscapes whilst offering protection from the natural elements. I like nature, but i also enjoy comfort and perhaps a bit of luxury. A castle offers such in an environment of wild and beautiful nature.
I imagine the inner workings of my mind to be like a series of inter-connecting rooms. You could walk into one room and it would be themed around, say, my interest in archery. It would exhibit my bow and arrows, photo's and video's of my successes and failures at the sport, and probably include a shooting range. But there would be other connecting rooms. One door would lead to memories concerned with the people who i have met through archery in the past, another would lead to people i have met in the present at university for instance. Another might lead to an armoury.
Indeed this network of inter-connecting rooms would be vast and of course defy the laws of physics. It would be very much like the TARDIS, but i would know how to navigate my way through these "Halls of Memories." Anything possible that my mind can conjure up would be possible in my castle. I could for instance have a door which leads to the world of the Elder Scrolls, another to the real world, past, present or future, the world of Lord of Rings or Star Trek, or worlds of my own mental creation.
I would probably amass quite a collection of curiosities taken from these worlds. Wabberjack, mithral armour, unobtanium, the Electro-Gun from Killzone 2, vampire dust, silver bullets, enchanted rings and magical potions. I would have those kind of things.
But yeah, anything would be possible in my castle. There would certainly be Iron Maiden concerts in the Great Hall, stand up comedy performances by the likes of Billy Bailey and Dara O'Brien, drinking parties, lectures by Aristotle and public interviews with anyone from Winston Churchill to Dr Who. My friends and family would be there if it would suit them, and we'll have a good time.
That is a picture of what part of my mental landscape could look like, the castle would look something like this. (It's Eilean-Donan castle in Scotland)
I imagine the inner workings of my mind to be like a series of inter-connecting rooms. You could walk into one room and it would be themed around, say, my interest in archery. It would exhibit my bow and arrows, photo's and video's of my successes and failures at the sport, and probably include a shooting range. But there would be other connecting rooms. One door would lead to memories concerned with the people who i have met through archery in the past, another would lead to people i have met in the present at university for instance. Another might lead to an armoury.
Indeed this network of inter-connecting rooms would be vast and of course defy the laws of physics. It would be very much like the TARDIS, but i would know how to navigate my way through these "Halls of Memories." Anything possible that my mind can conjure up would be possible in my castle. I could for instance have a door which leads to the world of the Elder Scrolls, another to the real world, past, present or future, the world of Lord of Rings or Star Trek, or worlds of my own mental creation.
I would probably amass quite a collection of curiosities taken from these worlds. Wabberjack, mithral armour, unobtanium, the Electro-Gun from Killzone 2, vampire dust, silver bullets, enchanted rings and magical potions. I would have those kind of things.
But yeah, anything would be possible in my castle. There would certainly be Iron Maiden concerts in the Great Hall, stand up comedy performances by the likes of Billy Bailey and Dara O'Brien, drinking parties, lectures by Aristotle and public interviews with anyone from Winston Churchill to Dr Who. My friends and family would be there if it would suit them, and we'll have a good time.
That is a picture of what part of my mental landscape could look like, the castle would look something like this. (It's Eilean-Donan castle in Scotland)
A landscape implies a certain solidity which simply does not exist within my mental structure. It's vastly too changeable, from a happy land of childish whimsy to a burned-out wasteland of despair. And various states in between. And occasionally just a infinite expanse of nothing, but that's reserved for proper depression.
It is, however, vastly populated. Apparently my subconscious revels in creating new characters given even the briefest moment of boredom.
It is, however, vastly populated. Apparently my subconscious revels in creating new characters given even the briefest moment of boredom.
When I think of my mind I see a swamp, which has formed around the ruins of my potential. Deep in the center is a deep pit, covered in an iron grate, bound with chains, where continuous roaring and growling come from within, my inner rage and anger trying desperately to release itself.
Below the murky waters and tangled, dead trees lies my self doubt, I have to tread the paths carefully or I will be pulled down back beneath the water, yet I know one day I will have to face the monster because it holds all my hopes and aspirations. Sometimes they break the surface, hands desperatly clutching the air, taking great gulps of breath. Instead of helping them I simply stand and watch as they get dragged back under.
My self confidence is nailed to a tree in the darkest area of the swamp, guarded by my cynicism and spite who won't allow it aid, yet still it clings to life. Creatures spawned from every insult I have received, of which there are many, stalk the trees whispering to me, reminding me why I'll never leave.
I live in what remains of the last usable buildings, a static safe haven from my youth, my own little world where the outside can't get to me. This is where games/movies/driving lie, a brief escape before I remember the foetid bog I have created for myself, always with the soothing whispers of temptation, like a siren, calling me out to the waters, to throw myself in and allow them to consume me.
Below the murky waters and tangled, dead trees lies my self doubt, I have to tread the paths carefully or I will be pulled down back beneath the water, yet I know one day I will have to face the monster because it holds all my hopes and aspirations. Sometimes they break the surface, hands desperatly clutching the air, taking great gulps of breath. Instead of helping them I simply stand and watch as they get dragged back under.
My self confidence is nailed to a tree in the darkest area of the swamp, guarded by my cynicism and spite who won't allow it aid, yet still it clings to life. Creatures spawned from every insult I have received, of which there are many, stalk the trees whispering to me, reminding me why I'll never leave.
I live in what remains of the last usable buildings, a static safe haven from my youth, my own little world where the outside can't get to me. This is where games/movies/driving lie, a brief escape before I remember the foetid bog I have created for myself, always with the soothing whispers of temptation, like a siren, calling me out to the waters, to throw myself in and allow them to consume me.
A weired alternate dimension like thing where the laws of physics mean nothing. Think pokemon's distortion world crossed with an Escher sketch.
a run down old office building, lots of problems not everything works but the plumbing is sure and you're positive there is a untouched computer somewhere. Just have to find the darn thing. Also a whole lot of moss and vines.
Yay for psychological threads in the morass of stupidity and porn that is our home the internet.
Mine... Idunno. I guess it looks kinda like the cover of halo 3. A massive,empty plain of snow and sparsely scattered weeds with a half-buried relic of ages past sunken into the center. The thing rises triumphantly into the sky, still trying to stand as strong as the day it was first wrought, but its strength is failing, as the millenia of weathering have canted it to one side and stripped its body of plating and machinery. Once, it was a beacon; a bastion of light and hope and shelter for those lost in these infertile lands... and now it just struggles to keep itself upright.
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Mine... Idunno. I guess it looks kinda like the cover of halo 3. A massive,empty plain of snow and sparsely scattered weeds with a half-buried relic of ages past sunken into the center. The thing rises triumphantly into the sky, still trying to stand as strong as the day it was first wrought, but its strength is failing, as the millenia of weathering have canted it to one side and stripped its body of plating and machinery. Once, it was a beacon; a bastion of light and hope and shelter for those lost in these infertile lands... and now it just struggles to keep itself upright.
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Bye!
Mine's a bit of everything.
There's a happy place full of joy where good thoughts are, a seedy, run down neighborhood where bad thoughts lie, a screwed up Escher-like place that makes no sense where things I don't even know resides, a Calvin & Hobbes place where my childhood memories are, a battlefield where mighty armies clash when I argue with myself, and there's a quaint, normal looking house where normal place on a hill complete with a fence where normal thoughts reside. Its rather empty.
So yeah, its a big ball of wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey... stuff.
There's a happy place full of joy where good thoughts are, a seedy, run down neighborhood where bad thoughts lie, a screwed up Escher-like place that makes no sense where things I don't even know resides, a Calvin & Hobbes place where my childhood memories are, a battlefield where mighty armies clash when I argue with myself, and there's a quaint, normal looking house where normal place on a hill complete with a fence where normal thoughts reside. Its rather empty.
So yeah, its a big ball of wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey... stuff.
A world where things are in constant, irrelevant motion. A world where things are not set in stone. A city could be raised in a matter of seconds, and disappear in less amount of time. I'm weird like that.
It looks quite reddish and evil, and there is a massive tower in the distance. Oh, and I? I am the thing the Darkness fears, and evil so great that even darkness itself shall quake in my presence.
My mind is a river, always flowing, expanding, and branching out. Each little drop of water is a thought, an idea, a fact, an emotion, a desire, a fear, a theory. Although it does slow down and obstacles are in its way, no dam can block it, although many things from the world enter it, no substance can pollute it.
Imagine this: a field in France during WW2. A battlefield littered with dead bodys that represent my fucked up childhood. The bullets being fired form the guns representing my ADHD, a never ending sea of stringing topic to topic through the blood of the combatants. It's always night time with a fullmoon, representing how dark the world truly is.