In this incantation, I grapple with the realization that I may be the creator of my entire reality, where my mind and body generate the world I perceive. I reflect on how distant places, like the moon or other cities, only exist when I think of them or directly experience them. This triggers a loop of imagining and believing in things that might not exist until I bring them into mental focus. I explore how video and imagery amplify this cycle, presenting fictional realities that blur the boundaries between imagination and tangible experience, leading me to question the separation between my thoughts and the real world.
I’ve often grappled with a profound realization: if everything I believe is true, then I am the creator of my entire reality. My body is a creator body, and my mind is a creator mind. It is within me that this whole experience is generated. Yet, when I think of places that I am not currently perceiving—like the moon, or some distant city—I have to accept that these places do not exist outside of my thought of them. They are not “real” until I bring them into existence by thinking about them.
However, this realization becomes complicated because it’s so easy to imagine these places. The moon, for instance, immediately comes into view the moment I think about it, and suddenly I find myself believing that it is there simply because I have imagined it. This begins a vicious cycle: I think about things that do not exist, but because I think of them I start to believe they exist.
This cycle is further exacerbated by the media I consume, especially films. Films present me with places, people, and events that are entirely imaginary, shot by imaginary camera people portraying imaginary characters. I watch these scenes, but they only serve to deepen my entrapment in this recursive process. The film convinces me of the reality of these fictional worlds, and I, in turn, feed into the illusion by thinking of them as existing. I feel caught in a loop where the boundary between imagination and reality blurs, making me doubt the hard line between the hard forms of my moment and the constructed forms of my mind.
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