I tend to rely a lot in the past. The memory captures moments like a blurry photograph, all kinds of things come through my mind; the first time I talked to one of my friends, how I watched that film that had an impact on me and I still can't forget about, the last time I saw someone I loved, that day I got soaked in the rain because I forgot the umbrella but it still didn't matter because I was listening on the phone to my favourite Radiohead album...

Things mean a lot inside our minds and we can never get over them somehow. The feeling of nostalgia is quite incomparable and they say that you can never experience something as the first time it happens. I believe that this is quite a blessing and a curse.

Some days I can't sleep at night, I overthink a lot. I struggle to swim in the sea of reason, but I can't float, so I knock the hard bottom.