- the way streams sparkle and flow under the sun
- getting things in the mail
- stark streetlights at night
I have never before had such a strong feeling that I was devoid of secret dimensions, confined within the limits of my body, from which airy thoughts float up like bubbles. I build memories with my present self. I am cast out, forsaken in the present: I vainly try to rejoin the past: I cannot escape.
You need to either be like the sun who radiates light or the moon who reflects light.