Quoter

A survey of reflection 'Who did you use to be, and what were you like?' 

Looking into nostalgia, a self analyzation, looking into mind stories.

Asking 50 people 16 questions; gathering links and understanding others perspectives of youth. What does it feel like to feel everything?

Adjectives of 11 - Optimistic, Happy, Confused, Awkward, Naive, Isolated.

Adjectives of 16 - Obnoxious, Unsure, Naive, Embarrassed, Depressed, Tired, Insecure, Cynical.

 What did it feel like to be a teenager between 11-16?

Confusing, stuck, lost, roller coster, alone, "a sad realisation", hopeless, free, "like a fizzed up coke bottle", a whirlwind, "you live in the present. and you're not very self-aware.", "Stress and confusing at times. But also a lot of fun.", "Amazing and carefree", "it feels safe, like it's okay to be doing things because you can blame it on your age.", "completely overwhelming"

other issues "my parents divorce", "sexuality", "drugs", "race", "family issues", "self harm", "friendships"

"lot of things I didn't do because I was afraid of repercussions, fear instilled in youths, made to be beyond their years"

"A great period of life where people can start to discover who they are as a person and form lifetime relationships with people."

"innocence is bliss"

"I regret, I should have worked harder"

"it's a learning curve"

"It was amazing, It was insane, it was beautiful"

"We felt like we could fly"

"It's fucking great - cherish it will it lasts because one day we are going to have responsibilities that will force us to become less self indulgent"

I"t's a learning process, and it's a relief to finally find that so many people actually share the same emotions during those periods of time however at the time you feel so alone."

Summer nights

2012

George Byron - The Dream

Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things misnamed

And a wide realm of wild reality,
Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world,

And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy;
And dreams in their development have breath,
They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,

A portion of ourselves as of our time,
They take a weight from off waking toils,
They do divide our being; they become
And look like heralds of eternity;

They make us what we were not—what they will,
They pass like spirits of the past—they speak
Like sibyls of the future; they have power— 
The tyranny of pleasure and of pain;

Creations of the mind?—The mind can make
And shake us with the vision that's gone by,
The dread of vanished shadows—Are they so?
Is not the past all shadow?—What are they?
Substances, and people planets of its own

Perchance in sleep—for in itself a thought,
With beings brighter than have been, and give
A breath to forms which can outlive all flesh.

I would recall a vision which I dreamed
A slumbering thought, is capable of years,

And curdles a long life into one hour.

Summer days

2010-2012