Imagination
Monday, February 16th, 2026
The imagination is a fascinating thing. It can create fantastical worlds filled with wondrous landscapes and mythical creatures, while at the same trap you in a nightmare realm from hell. Either way you are escaping this reality for one of your own creation. One where you can fly or cast magic spells. Drive cars on the walls or knock a building over with a punch. All of these worlds can, and do, exist only within the human mind.
What constitutes the inside of a mind though? Somehow we've taken the abstract idea of consciousness and given it a physical form. Things can now exist inside and outside of thought. Most people seem to think that thoughts exist in our head. As if the tiny electrical impulses jumping across our synapses are responsible for the myriad of human creativity.
Storytelling, music, books, art - they aren't produced merely through brain activity. No, creativity comes from a much more divine source. It may not be a "thing" that we as humans can perceive, but rather an ancient energy that we can tap into. Something that exists *outside* of our bodies, not within it. So again - what exactly confines our thoughts to our minds?
Well, there isn't a real answer to that question. At least not one that I am aware of. This is more of a fun little thought experiment to see where this train of thought leads. Ahh, there is another physical manifestation of the abstract. Each single thought passing by on their individual carriage, one after the other, whizzing by at such speed that it is barely possible to make out one before the next arrives. It is fun that we do this as humans. Create. What a wonderful gift that we possess innately. The ability to give birth to new worlds, breathe life into untold stories. That is something that can never be taken away from us.
Right now I am doing this myself as I devise a new realm for my music to exist in. One that speaks to the songs I create, a world designed to enhance the experience of the listener. While I know that it is a large undertaking, it is one that I have deigned worthwhile for me. When I was younger it was my dream to be a writer. More specifically a novelist. I carried around a small notebook nearly everywhere with me, always writing the newest ideas for my story, "The Dragon Slayer", whenever they sprang forth in my consciousness. Eventually I would take these initial ideas and start typing them up on an old laptop my dad had lying around from work. These original chapters of my book were saved to a yellow floppy disc that I would bring to the school computer lab so that I could continue working on the ever evolving Word document wherever I might be.
The point came where I would print the first draft of my chapters for my grandmother to read and revise for me. After submitting my freshly penned prose, she would return it adorned with red pen, much to be expected from a former grade school teacher. She always encouraged me to keep writing, telling me that I was quite good at it, although I am still unsure if this was just something she said being my grandma (that's for you to decide). That will always stand out to me. Obviously, I'm writing this over 20 years later. It must have had some impact on me.
At this point I have completely lost the plot of anything I was originally saying. Looking back I can see that I was rambling about creativity and imagination, so I suppose ending up here isn't the most surprising thing. It'd be a bit more strange if I were to have veered off into a story about my sixteenth birthday party. That was a pretty fun party though. It was at a hotel and my dad bought me Rock Band for the Xbox 360, which was hella fucking lit. This was back when my best friend and I would always have joint birthday parties because his landed the day after mine. And one of his buddies showed up with his Wii and Smash Bros. Brawl. Damn, that really was a great fucking party. Still sounds like a good fucking time when I'm 33.
Having friends over to play games is always a good time. The last time I had a friend over we actually just sat around and played Guitar Hero II/III the entire time. Making jokes with each other, singing to the songs, and just having a generally good fucking time. That was great. I miss when it happened more often with more of my friends. It isn't completely lost to me. There are still those who come over and the core group in the Discord community that enjoy getting together for the occasional movie/game night. I really am lucky to have such a wonderful group of friends behind me. That's something I will never take for granted ever again. I know there have been a few times where I might have believed a friendship would always exist no matter what and I didn't treat it with enough respect. We don't have to get into that here though. That's best left for therapy.
Now I did get veeeeeeeeeery askew from this post having any sort of continuity. Suppose I can take this opportunity to mention a few things that I will be working on throughout the year on the site. The mobile viewing has been drastically improved at this point, though I am still making tweaks to various things as time goes on. The music section will be getting a massive overall as I plan on migrating that to a separate unique site focused on my Fallen From the Stars project. Actually, most of the work that will be happening moving forward will be surrounding that project. It has become the main thing my time goes into these days. Working on performances, writing a new album, and learning how to do all the marketing/branding that goes along with those things. I've also been jamming and collabing with a lot of cool musicians, both friends from the past and new folks that I have met through the ecstatic dance community.
With all of that being said (and I said quite a bit today), I believe this will be the end of a lengthier entry into the Cream Log. I will be back at a later date, one that only I will know, and I will only know when it happens. Yeah. That sounds right. Okaybye!!!