creeping up in the most unexpected times (that would be wednesday afternoon) and in the most ordinary yet relaxed of circumstances (that would be in between bewitched and hitch on hbo). made its presence felt again in what seems to be a weekly ritual now: a mid-week marathon of 10-12 hours of sleep, translating to episodes of dreams. some dreams are what they are - malleable and devoid of logic - and other dreams are dotted with the familiar. a glimpse into the future? a collage of thoughts and images zipzooming the present? making peace with the past?

what changes. what remains.