Hallo my dear friends.

This is a story about dreams.

Things that are there one moment and gone the next. Things that appear so real we can touch them and would last forever, and are gone the next moment, like a ghost; like the touch of a wing of a butterfly; like the wind. Like a dream.

Dreams. Moments of eternities, wrapped up in other moments. Things we long to touch, things we long to stay. Things that are so certain to us one moment that we think our whole lives will depend on them, turn into them. A wink of an eye, a look, a kiss, an embrace. A moment of warmth in a world that is becoming colder with every moment, or so we think we can perceive. A moment of warmth that is so true and then gone, only to live on in our memory, becoming less and less real as other moments pile up on top of this memory. Footprints in the sand of eternity that the wind is slowly erasing. We think we know where we come from and have an idea where we are going. Like a certainty.

Certainties. We are trying to hold on to those moments, that felt so real, because we want them to be real. Need them to be real, to make sense of it all. We create stories to give them more reality; create Gods to give them more body, thus trying to force them to stay with us, because we are afraid of what comes after them, the red pill or the blue pill. Before the wind comes and blows them all away. Of what happens to those dreams that never really even turned into a moment. That we were never really even able to touch, to see, to feel. Never really able to miss. That never really made it further than our imagination, that stopped right behind our eyes, our teeth, our fingertips. Little realities that never were.

Were they really? Not? Haven't we just imagined them to be? Haven't we just imagined them not to be? Didn't they touch the skin of your face at one moment? Didn't they move the hairs on our head for just an instant? The hairs on your body? What happens to the wind after it is gone? To the light in the fridge after you close the door? The images in your world after you close your eyes?

This is a story about a dream that wants to become a movie.

A story about the westwind.