Lei's mind

details. I have all these half-remembered little details. Like a curve in the very edge of a wooden yellow gold bed, and shapes in the curtains the lights make at night when you can't seem to fall asleep. I also remember unnerving silences, and, consequently, words or phrases that repeat and repeat in a loop in my head on fine mornings... also odd insignificant gestures....like when this guy in this planet was simultaneously idling about and dancing a bit. His feet were apart, bent, and he made this smooth movement of putting his arms over his head while swinging his waist.... he just wanted to stretch but he did it so unnecessarily gracefully and flamboyantly. I remember having the feelings of wanting to break his back that time. I think I still do, because he's cursed my mind to keep that memory of a stranger's movement. Over the course of time, it's grown lovelier as an idea, but I think my mind has subconsciously shaped it into a more favourable, acceptable memory. I also like taking pictures of people, but looking at them again, I can't decide whether these photos are dreams or real, because I can't recall taking certain pictures. I remember 2 years ago(?), I found a picture of Meygan in my collection (click!). It had just the right timing and expression, but I couldn't remember at all when and if I even took that photo. I also always think about people I've met (I never forget people I meet) and their little quirks and I come to realize and learn why they're like that... and then I compare them to me, who's disturbed over his identity.

My mind seems to be a little museum of photos with different little things, where all the people I know gather and talk to each other.