- I dreamt I was back in chinatown, for the most part my memories of brooklyn, my home and chinatown stays mostly accurate and unaltered when I dream. I like it like that, it helps me when I feel homesick and lonely.
- I was getting my favorite jackets and sweaters from my closet. It's my favorite season again. It's the most painful time of the year again, it's winter and I need my jackets. My mom was buzzing behind me. I asked her where my shirts were. I can't remember her face or voice. The closet door was, like always, jammed and the paint was flaking and the insides smelled musty. The kitchen floor looked old and there was a korean stew boiling. I left and I never thought to look behind me as I walked off, I never even bothered to lock the door.
- I saw everyone I've missed and thought about, and I saw people who I didn't even think I missed. I couldn't believe it when I woke up.
- The memory of grand street is still burned fresh into my mind. This isn't a dream. I make myself remember these things everyday. I'd be happier if I forgot but I don't think I ever will want to.
aug 17 2015 ∞
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