A Street Car Named Desire today. And I keep seeing this same scene over and over again in my head. Blanche is talking with Stanley and she just breaks. The music in her head starts and the gun shot sounded. And it ruined the rest of her evening. It was so strong.
I have times like that. I remember your fingers or the way you smelt or the way you looked at me and smiled when I was singing in the hall. I remember everything. You want to go to Toronto, you love what I love, you love underground techno, you ran away from home at the age of 4, you like to be proactive, you like downtown at night. Memories are powerful things and they take you by surprise. So watch out for them, don't drown in the darkness, live in the light.
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