I distracted myself from the fear and terrorism by thinking about things like how the universe began and whether time travel is possible.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I think of the past and the future as well as the present to determine where I am, and I move on while thinking of these things.
When in the end, the day came on which I was going away, I learned the strange learning that things can happen which we ourselves cannot possibly imagine, either beforehand, or at the time when they are taking place, or afterwards when we look back on them.
I feel I was always daydreaming, and I was always distracted.
There was a point in time where the thought of people even talking about me made me anxious. Physically.
I think a lot of times we can get distracted and not be in the moment with people and be missing all the life happening in the moment.
My own nature hovers between neurotic and paranoid. I've developed the habit of mentally listing things that make me optimistic about the future. I do it every day.
I want to stay in some era and remain there like a stupid idiot and see what happens when you try to pause time and not affect it. Not succeed. Not try to think ahead or think behind.
I wanted to explore the kinds of hope and doubt, faith and disappointment, that shape the next generation, whether consciously or not. I suppose, in all of my work, I'm always going back in time.
I really don't spend time thinking about the past. I think about the future. I'm not stopping.
I used to have to force myself to go, okay, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing and then all of a sudden a thought of some where could come in. Now I can just focus and not think about anything. So, yeah, I guess I do that a lot.