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With Maiko, somewhere in 2018. I had watched the movie, and she told me that she had been to the places in the movie. We were sleepless as well. I've always liked sleeplessness, defiant agaisnt death, a conscious dream. Irrelevant things and words come up. No time's passing. Solid. But the days are gone, and I miss you. In a movie that I used to like, and all the movies that I used to have liked. In them I miss many things, including the futrue, a dog, and the past. But just like the nights the future will be another's too; Melbournian evenings, streets warm and far away and the river quietly sinking; I dive deep, lights blinking, my white table kills, namelessly, a city's doomed fate.