rough though process....
- now can only see through screen
-people holding them above surface./ kicking them accidentally, dying
-travel/tourism
-memory/manipulated ?
-idea of travelling as a child with parents, not remembering, the point?
- the anime jellyfish princess, she is so captivated by jellyfish, in aquarium,
-one of the most strange creatures, can vary in all shapes and sizes, can be dangerous, scary, but also , cute, (dory) in our culture of the ocean, in animations, in aquariums, in cuisine, in horrors like jaws, or other sea monsters, of myths and legends,
-fear of water, deep ocean, cliched phrase of only knowing however many percent of the ocean,
-the tropical.. island....... always a touristy idea, really growing up there, how different perception will be, (thinking of in lord of the flies when they crash land and they are thrusted into this foreign wild, and fear crept in, and the bitter end) (hunger games simulated nature) (in owl city's musical scores, he references historic/traumatic events for humans, crash landing of the plane... in music, )
-that dream I had about the uncanny, strange aquarium with sound, of something that is not supposed to have sound, the glass barrier, the fragile shattering, even though they'd be more vulnerable than you, the idea of them all falling out is the most terrifying.) (glass shattering like in Tokyo ghoul in the beginnin, red and black)
I have a very distinctive memory of going to the jellyfish lake in the island of Palau as a kid. I was definitely less than 10 years old. The memory is more of a feeling rather than snippets, an imagined scenescape that seems to hold true in my mind. I can’t know for sure now. sometimes you have a memory and you realise that you’re looking at yourself from afar so surely it cannot be real. perhaps ideas of the memory are being confused with the actual memory from your perception at the time. Now I can only visualise these jellyfish through the screen, through the mundane googling. a distance, but it is still nostalgic, even though I didn’t take these photographs, the memory of them is still mine, no matter how manipulated. I remember hearing the warnings about the things you cannot do with them, because they will die if you do. People would hold them high up about the surface, kick them (perhaps accidentally cause they are so numerous, they cover the lake) and they’d die, they are that fragile. I wonder what it is like there now. I remember writing about it at school or something cause I felt so sorry for them.
the funny thing about going overseas or any kind of trip as a kid with your parents is that you never really remember them.. so what’s the point? do they actually help your development as a growing kid? Does the rush of travelling to an artificial amusement park fuel something in the child? Have I grown up to feel more joy because of the trips I’d taken without memory?
- now can only see through screen
-people holding them above surface./ kicking them accidentally, dying
-travel/tourism
-memory/manipulated ?
-idea of travelling as a child with parents, not remembering, the point?
- the anime jellyfish princess, she is so captivated by jellyfish, in aquarium,
-one of the most strange creatures, can vary in all shapes and sizes, can be dangerous, scary, but also , cute, (dory) in our culture of the ocean, in animations, in aquariums, in cuisine, in horrors like jaws, or other sea monsters, of myths and legends,
-fear of water, deep ocean, cliched phrase of only knowing however many percent of the ocean,
-the tropical.. island....... always a touristy idea, really growing up there, how different perception will be, (thinking of in lord of the flies when they crash land and they are thrusted into this foreign wild, and fear crept in, and the bitter end) (hunger games simulated nature) (in owl city's musical scores, he references historic/traumatic events for humans, crash landing of the plane... in music, )
-that dream I had about the uncanny, strange aquarium with sound, of something that is not supposed to have sound, the glass barrier, the fragile shattering, even though they'd be more vulnerable than you, the idea of them all falling out is the most terrifying.) (glass shattering like in Tokyo ghoul in the beginnin, red and black)
I have a very distinctive memory of going to the jellyfish lake in the island of Palau as a kid. I was definitely less than 10 years old. The memory is more of a feeling rather than snippets, an imagined scenescape that seems to hold true in my mind. I can’t know for sure now. sometimes you have a memory and you realise that you’re looking at yourself from afar so surely it cannot be real. perhaps ideas of the memory are being confused with the actual memory from your perception at the time. Now I can only visualise these jellyfish through the screen, through the mundane googling. a distance, but it is still nostalgic, even though I didn’t take these photographs, the memory of them is still mine, no matter how manipulated. I remember hearing the warnings about the things you cannot do with them, because they will die if you do. People would hold them high up about the surface, kick them (perhaps accidentally cause they are so numerous, they cover the lake) and they’d die, they are that fragile. I wonder what it is like there now. I remember writing about it at school or something cause I felt so sorry for them.
the funny thing about going overseas or any kind of trip as a kid with your parents is that you never really remember them.. so what’s the point? do they actually help your development as a growing kid? Does the rush of travelling to an artificial amusement park fuel something in the child? Have I grown up to feel more joy because of the trips I’d taken without memory?