My memorandum of scattered dreams: We stood in front of the freshly painted wall, under a bridge behind a chain link fence. SEIR stretched across the landscape of cement before us. “Heartbreaker” cut through the organic curvature of the letters, as if it were etched deep within the flesh of my ribs with a serrated blade spited with salt. His arms wrapped around my body pulling me close as he rested his chin upon my shoulder, kissing my cheek. Feeling weightless in my head was counterbalanced by the the heaviness in my chest that made me short of breath. He began to explain to me how it was some round-about fucked-up term of endearment, and that he truly did love me. I remember colors, and feeling loved, bits and piece of our fragmented past flashed around amicably in my head. I woke up warm and content, then felt the slow chill of reality settle in upon the realisation that it was once again just a dream.