Recognition dawns swiftly with a throbbing ache, worse even than an absinthe hangover. With one brief encounter, the past and the present collide into a prismatic folding of quantum worlds and memories. Staring, I become the creep in the corner eyes transfixed, absorbing every astonishingly accurate detail, every wound. Delivering myself into the arms of someone real, I leave the sleeping dragon untouched in its forbidden lair. Some things are better left shrouded in the mists of their own making.
Vitalic - The Past
Let's not have an Always Something There To Remind Me moment. Instead just a little light melodrama to grease your mid-week wheels.