This was a moment after a floating up from the dreamy swamp...I was still recognising my consciousness from the no man's land. Cutting the edge, I found a beam of light from the faraway sun staring at my deja-vu tails of dream. It was like a submarine sail. The moment was touching. It was the remaining seconds from a film by Spielberg in A.I. I was connected. It was a space with a mum and a son - short and quiet, long and grand. It was some kind of laidback and unenergised. I was feeling, and this used to be the way I react to the world. A responsive act to look into a strategy to play or a defensive system. Sometimes I question myself. Other times, myself does this to me. It's a never ending dialogue. I took a close up to the facial expression of a familiar face, and I recognised immediately the blow-away moments with the scaring orbits. Was it sad? I sensed an approach to the so-called ending. Was it an exit or was it an entrance? An old-fashioned question that does not need an answer. These were the two moments about a relationship that has rooted inside me since my first dose of nutrition.
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