"[The] average daydream is about fourteen seconds long and [we] have about two thousand of them per day. In other words, we spend about half of our waking hours — one-third of our lives on earth — spinning fantasies."
The Storytelling Animal – the science of how we came to live and breathe stories. (via explore-blog)
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I Settled For Ghosts
Fast, really fast. Alarmingly, shockingly fast. This is the pace of life. It’s frightening. So much so, that I was jolted. My body shook as the realization came over me: I’m dying at an incredibly fast rate. Not from sickness, but from the inevitability of my own mortality. Seemingly, my digital addictions have sped things up a bit. One minute I’m on Facebook, the next, Twitter (@mikerevolution). Then Pinterest, then Tumblr, then down the wormhole of my RSS subscriptoins. The next thing you know, the sun is down and I’m in a daze of informational bliss of what I’ve just consumed. It’s as satisfying as a Big Mac value meal, or that full feeling you get from eating just-too-much mediocre Chinese food. That is to say, I was not full at all. In fact I was still very hungry. But for what? I didn’t even know what I was looking for. Mainly because I wasn’t looking for anything, really. I had every thing I needed (or so I thought). What I discovered is that I was far emptier now that I gone down this road. I fucked myself over. I didn’t need likes, I needed a smidgen of acknowledgement, and I needed it from a real person. A real person,in person. A hand on the forearm, a reassuring pat on the shoulder or back. Eye contact. Presence felt in a room. Instead, I settled for ghosts.
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Excellent selections from style aficionado Miss Moss.
SIR JACK’S: Outfitters to the Modern Gentleman
