Im a sucker for nostalgia...
I cant help it. Anything pleasurable from my youth seems to have stuck with me all these years. Its like that movie, Vanilla Sky. His Lucid Dream consisted of an array of powerful impressions from his life- A sad movie; a romantic album cover; an emotional painting. My living dream act the same way, connecting all things enjoyable subconsciously to my youthful memories. Hmm, makes the pressures of this non-existent, potential fatherhood I face increase exponentially. But in the meantime, and in between time I search for myself the same way we all do: by returning to the source- attempting to recapture a youth lost so long ago. And if we succeed? I guess Ill let you know when I arrive...