It’s funny how when you’re in bed and you close your eyes you can picture being in the bed you grew up in, place where the door is, where your desk is, imagine hearing the drier drying or the rain raining.
Whenever doing something, you can sort of view history only in terms of doing such things. When you are cozy in bed, you suddenly can feel a connection with every time you were cozy in bed before. When you brush your teeth, you remember all the other times you brushed your teeth.
I remember looking in the bathroom mirror around age 8, and staring at my face. I was thinking “this person will be an adult one day”. And now when I go back home, I usually stare in the same bathroom mirror feeling a connection with that thought.
Cold rain always makes me think of my youth in Vancouver.
Klingsor's First Winter 