What We Talk About When We Talk About Love, What We Talk About When We Talk About Dream

It was almost magical when we talked about dreams. A long time ago, I woke up next to J. We spoke about dreams next to each other. The room filled with sweetness whilst ray gently leaked in. 9am on the dot, a very rare email came from an old lover, it then became some sort of consolation. The little sweetness of the brutal world, remember? Yet, all the vivid memories walked in, as betrayal into oblivion.

Last night I dreamt of I went to an art house, walked through multiple doors, entering each room consisted of different scenes, some lost conversations, some fragmented disney cartoon alike, finally I stepped out of the tiny rooms and it opened up to a basketball court. There were two groups of teenagers playing against each other, the first half of the game someone only scored 1, then one of the players encouraged the rest of the team in order to progress into a good game eventually.

No matter if it was metaphorically or in reality, I will always wait for you, gently, quietly and patiently in the room, the Paris room. As I once was, and I shall.

Currently reading Raymond Carver's What We Talk About When We Talk About Love. We covered different format of love. Even though one loves a person, if something were to happen to them, the survivor would grieve but love again.

Also watched Slow West (2015) last night, it's a nice mid-length film starred with Michael Fassbender, lovely music.