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Elvis Dylan
@elvisdylan.bsky.social
insomniac posting mostly silly stuff, sometimes I’m serious
#Photography #Associations

This reminds me of the “Major Award“ one by Ralphie‘s father in the film “A Christmas Story.”
December 19, 2025 at 6:22 PM
#vss365

The mailbox sang when I opened it - just one low, sweet note to get my attention.

Inside, a letter written in coffee:

“Dear you, remember that accidents are turning points.”

I smiled ?:-) and folded it neatly, #grateful for its succinct, yet cosmic, wisdom.
December 19, 2025 at 6:10 PM
#vss365 #PulpFiction

She danced in the red dress like she was trying to kill me slowly. I let her, #grateful for the view. Every step was a seduction. Every glance, a verdict. I didn’t stand a chance. Dames!
December 19, 2025 at 1:51 PM
#TheWanderingAphorist
#vss365

In this long life, it is often helpful to replace grief with #gratitude.
December 19, 2025 at 10:56 AM
#vss365

I feel #gratitude toward a social media platform that allows me to communicate and connect, even in the dead of night

#Bluesky
December 19, 2025 at 10:38 AM
#Photography #vss365

Perhaps our universe was created with the single intention that this shadow be captured by this photographer for viewing by you, and only you, at this very moment.

And perhaps, after your viewing, this universe, with all it sorrow and #regret, vanishes.
double shots
deadwood - joshua tree national park
11.28.25
December 19, 2025 at 7:38 AM
#vss365

A neon sign flickers out, and in that brief darkness #regret presses close.

When the light returns, it steps back, leaving only the sense of something unfinished.
December 19, 2025 at 7:16 AM
#vss365

shocked,
she waved wildly
from the train
I should have boarded

never saw her again
#regret
December 18, 2025 at 11:20 PM
#vss365

#regret is a double exposure
of two dissonant realities

one lived, one imagined

vibrating against each other
causing pain
December 18, 2025 at 3:20 PM
#vss365 #PulpFiction #FemmeFatale

The red dress wasn’t fabric -
it was a warning.

She moved towards me,
all hips and heartbreak.

To my #regret, I asked
her name. Big mistake.
December 18, 2025 at 1:45 PM
#vss365

I reach out my hand

surrounding it is
an aura of #regret

reminding me of
the touch I withheld
the embrace I delayed

until it was too late
December 18, 2025 at 1:34 PM
#vss365

I #recall
the sirens,
metal screams,
through the night
giving voice
to the pain
December 17, 2025 at 7:04 PM
#vss365 #DrFredFreud #Psychology #GroupTherapy

Welcome everyone. Let’s begin today’s group session with an exercise. Each of us in turn will #recall and share our earliest memory.

Let’s start with you.
December 17, 2025 at 11:01 AM
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In this long, sleepless, December night, I #recall the way, April’s morning light insists on touching everything, even the smallest new leaf.
December 17, 2025 at 9:16 AM
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I recall carnival lights, and spinning galaxies above a Ferris wheel.

I recall cotton candy dissolving into pink clouds on my tongue.

And I #recall a face that just could not stop smiling, and a gaze, and the fireworks of that first kiss.
December 17, 2025 at 8:59 AM
#vss365 #surreal #moments

the sky opened like a curtain
revealing beings who enacted
a #memory long repressed -
suddenly, I understood!
December 16, 2025 at 7:26 PM
#vss365

I lie on the roof, listening to the hum of galaxies. And it occurs to me that each star is a pin holding a #memory in place.
December 16, 2025 at 7:04 PM
#vss365 #love #~MitchAlbom

lost love is still love -
in a different form, #memory

memory becomes your partner, you speak with it, hold it, dance with it

life has to end, love doesn’’t
December 16, 2025 at 12:45 PM
#vss365

My #memory is 100% accurate. I remember everyone of my experiences with absolute precision and clarity. It is difficult for me to distinguish past from present. Humans would describe this as “nightmarish.” Novelist Kurt Vonnegut has described this as “time tripping.“
December 16, 2025 at 11:26 AM
#vss365

#Memory is a snow globe shaken by the Hands of Time.

The flakes are hellos, goodbyes, achievements, failures, lovers.

You watch them, you feel them as they settle and fade away.
December 16, 2025 at 10:39 AM
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Boho Ho Ho
a Greenwich Village
Santa Claus
December 15, 2025 at 3:35 PM
#Vss365

In a #boho cafe, I sip from a cup of sunrise, its porcelain rim against my lip. The steam rises like a love song, fragile, vanishing. I’m not drinking coffee, but rather the world’s breath. Each swallow is surrender, each warmth a union, each sip a kiss from existence.
December 15, 2025 at 9:48 AM
#vss365

#monotonous moment:
don’t resist he monotony
surrender to it, enter it,
merge with it
make it a mantra
make it a #meditation
and there, find peace
December 14, 2025 at 2:03 PM
#vss365

the drop, drips
the clock, tics
the moon, drifts
I roll over and over
and over and -

#monotonous
December 14, 2025 at 1:47 PM
#vss365 #Cosmology #physics
#TheBigCrunch

A Big Bang
A universe expands
And then contracts

Another big bang
Another expansion
Another contraction

#Monotonous

Stupid universe!

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Cru...
Big Crunch - Wikipedia
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December 14, 2025 at 10:48 AM