There’s a Disneyland in all of us

With purple castles and enchanting landscapes, and with imaginary creatures, striving for a perfect life. There are adventure rides, romantic encounters, happy endings — and tearful departures, when your own private Disneyland shuts down for the day.

You just have to look deep enough within yourself to catch the magic. I don’t want to sound like a commercial for cable television, so I’ll just say that there’s no subscription fee when you live stream the deep matter of the heart.

Someone actually posted this question on some massive Facebook Andy Warhol interest group: Without drugs and alcohol what is the best way to escape from reality?

The most predictable answers were music, meditation, dancing, reading and art. Yes art. No one suggested shooting tin cans in the back yard.

For some, art is merely an escape from reality, that’s when you’re done trashing out. That could only have been written by someone who’s never made art, and who views artists as crackpots doing whatever, before finding a real job in an appropriately depressing department of forward planning.

The most impressive, but depressing aisle in the pharmacy must be the one with all the supplements stacked high like metallic flying saucers for big boys. The ghosts of who people were before they started taking them still roam up and down, trying to remember what they were trying to change about themselves, in the before time. - Fringe