Tangerines smell luscious and remind me of christmas.
My dreams get from lucid to prophetic. The phrase "If you don't like the path you're walking, start paving another one" was haunting me in a recent slumber, like it would come out of a radio. It is now imprinted upon my memory and grows into a big doubt. (fuck, I just googled the quote. dolly parton? now, I believe that it's not really trustworthy)
Listening to: Velvet Underground - Murder Mystery