There was a man dressed in white. Somehow I was friends with him and we were sitting in a park. After having a rather lenghty conversation, he turned to me and said: "I hope he doesnt turn out to be an Edgar." Then he walked away. I dreamed some more and when I woke up I saw that the metropolis was drenched in rain. There was a thin film of mist hanging above the houses below and for some strange reason, try as I may to get out of it, I was already in abject funk.


ie said…
however he is (or was?), he's lucky. melancholy is, at least for me, the emotion closest to love.
bwisit diaries said…
ah the wong kar wai of it all! hehehe

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