So much of the past in encapsulated in the odds and ends. Most of us discard more information about ourselves than we ever care to preserve. Our recollection of the past is not simply distorted by our faulty perception of events remembered but skewed by those forgotten. The memory is like twin orbiting stars, one visible, one dark, the trajectory of what's evident forever affected by the gravity of what's concealed.
Why should our bodies end at the skin, or include at best other beings encapsulated by skin?
Each spine was an encapsulated memory, each book represented hours, days of pleasure, of immersion into words.
I'm one of those people that, when I read or get encapsulated by a world, I want to live and breathe and be there.
The word is like an object - we were thinking "bloom," "doom. " It encapsulated tons: the bloom, the end of the bloom, and then coming back the next year.
Advertising is the art of the tiny. You have to tell a complete a story and deliver a complete message in a very encapsulated form. It disciplines you to cut away extraneous information.
You become so encapsulated in this world of being a star. People listen to what you say, you have this voice, it becomes unreal and you become far removed from the people you came from.
