for the life of me i couldn't remember her name, or the city in India where her family lives, but i knew i had been in love with her for years
「i think you're so beautiful...」and my voice trails off. she smiles, we huddle together on the train
to be an animal is to live in the rhizomatic flow of a permanent dream
cause and effect blur together. dissolution of the boundaries between memories and relationships and emotions
emotions are markedly more intense. everything soaked in golden nostalgic light. pure conciousness
nostalgia is time dissolving darkness; a dream is what sublimates as light melts pain