The lost things

21.2.2019

The first scene was quite a fuzzy memory, where the image came to me through a screen of dazzling white light. I saw people everywhere, mostly families, a lot of children, faces brightened with smiles and happiness; and we were one of them. Gradually the landscape got clearer, sharper, and with more colours, and I saw that we were at an amusement park, my parents and I.

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Somewhere feels like home

Date unknown

It was long ago so I can’t quite tell when, but on one early morning, somewhere between sleep and awake, on my bed in Hanoi, I dreamt of teleporting back to that old flat in Chiba, Japan, where I used to share with my friend. It was a bright winter day when snow covered every surface it could find. Such a rare sight for this part of Kanto. I dressed all in black, and everything else was in monotone. Well, there are not many colours to see in winter anyway.

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