A couple of days ago I found one of my white whales. One of the childhood memories that are so tiny and rare, and you can’t really remember much only that it was important, fascinating or curious.
For me, one of these white whales was a comic. I remembered three different stories, or at least images from these stories and minor plot elements. So I gave all the details to Chatgpt and after tweaking the prompt I really got the answer I was a looking for.
When I found the comics online and read them, it was really disappointing though. It was just a rather short story (like 18 pages max).
It lacked the fun, the mystery, the tension.
And while reading one of the three comics a second time, searching for the wonder, I actually found it.
*It was there, the whole time. *
I just couldn’t see it anymore because of the way I learned to read in the last three decades (and not just read. It seems like I do everything in that fashion). I do it fast.
Not superficial. I’m not skimming either.
But I was simply getting the story from the text.
Not from the Art.
When I realized that , everything changed.
I took my time to marvel at the images. To let them bloom in my mind. To let them tell their story as well.
And there it was again. The Wonder.
Suddenly everything made sense again. The fascination of that comic was there again.
I allowed myself to dice deep into the imagery world and it took me. Captivated me.
@SaintSovereign After all this time with Wonders of Life I slowly start to feel the fascination in everything again, as I did as a child.
Next step is, that I’m gonna order a book about connecting with natural spirits like elves and gnomes etc.
They played a huge role in my kindergarten days.
Maybe they can bring back even more magic to my life.