Morning Fog and Silent Hill

If anything, apart from video games contributing to my excelled skills in problem-solving and my ability to converge and connect with students and their interests, they have, along with horror movies, contributed to my sense of paranoia so much so that I have fallen more into delusion than Cheech and Chong watching a thriller.

Today I drove to university at around eight in the morning. The temperature was around four degrees celsius, and there was a blanket of fog so thick around me that I was afraid of accidentally inhaling a cloud. I thrived on the excitement, though. I immediately gained an adrenalin rush because of hardly being able to see the road beneath me or the cars around me, which was a dangerous thing altogether. I managed to pull through, and I might have exaggerated my lack of vision a little, however there is something that I cannot exaggerate;

And that is my imagination. My imagination is a force that I recommend you do not reckon with. My imagination stretches far and wide like the original map of the world, and it stands taller than the tallest towers in the world and lower than Hades' dirty toenails. It is heavier than the conglomerated weight of all planets in existence, and is an ever-growing thing. It is on a complete other level, and that is what differentiates my thinking process to that of others.

There are many benefits to my differentiation, however there is moreso one large negative aspect that I wish did not exist. And that is my imagination's ability to grab all that it witnesses in scary movies, and replay them on a larger scale and a more detailed and evolved scale than the original footage it remembers, scaring me terribly. Today, my imagination did not cease to surprise me in a nasty manner, and fortunately for it and unfortunately for me it had the right atmosphere to do it in.

Looking out onto the pasture in front of my university car park, and having taken the photograph above, one thing came to my mind: Silent Hill. My mind decided to imagine Silent Hill and all of its ghastly images. I was praising the Gods for having been surrounded by other students who were equally as amazed by the fog as I was, not to my level obviously, otherwise I would have been running to class and that would not have resulted in any success due to the fact that I have not ran since my primary school relay sports games. 

I must admit, though, I do mildly revel in my imagination. It makes things very entertaining. Had I not had the imagination I currently have, I would have just seen the fog as fallen clouds - or just as mere fog. I would have walked to my class without the constant fear that I was being followed by demonic entities, assuming of course they would leave their warm and comfortable beds in such weather.