Isolde:Yesterday at the market, I saw a couple holding hands... and I realized we'll never do that. Never anything like it. No picnics or unguarded smiles. No rings. Just... stolen moments that leave too quickly
I’m standing in front of this green wall wearing a long white t-shirt and slippers that don’t belong to me. And then I just stand there up against the wall and look around but I don’t actually see anything. It feels like someone is around the corner about to take my picture but nothing ever happens. It might be the stupidest dream ever. I’ve had it four times.