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[solitary_summer]

For some reason I find it almost frightening when images from dreams I had a long time ago suddenly and without any provocation surface in my mind, very distinct and clear... it begs the question, what is happening in this strangle place my brain, what an amazing mass of data must be stored there, if such extremely random things are, only I can't consciously access any of it. Or maybe... I think it's part of a dream I remember, but maybe my mind is playing tricks on me, like with déjà vus...


Rain all day, depressing; also I'm feeling strangely emotional recently... yesterday browsing through a book of oriental poetry at work, reading a couple of Persian love poems was enough to make me melancholy... :: shakes head @ self :: Spring maybe, even if it's not exactly happening at the moment. I think I want to fall in love, except, with whom?