When was that morning I woke up to Lost in Berlin in my head? And it made me all nostalgic for some experience that I'd never had. I remember that I had been sleeping in the northeast bedroom, though I don't think we had the loft up, yet. I wonder because in mid-2018 Sara and I went to Prague, and had a bit of wandering-around-in-foreign-city experience.

Back in January 2019 I wrote that I missed my trips to Taiwan. Maybe it was around then.

I wrote in my 2019-05-03 timelog entry about that Foreign Land by Desert Star being ridiculous. That song gave me a similar longing for some unspecified but presumably awesome experience I wasn't having. And then I got kind of depressed for a while.

I might just feel that way regardless of what I'm doing. Maybe this is why my dad doesn't bother with travelling and just focuses on projects at home. They keep your brain occupied so you're less likely to worry about missing out on something.

But anyway

I dreamt this morning that I was hanging out with a bunch of SA people, maybe at Kshama's house, eating snacks in her garage. I had a camera, and someone was playing with it, only for us to realize after taking a bunch of dumb pictures that it was a polaroid camera and they had used up all the film, at which point it opened up and dumped them all out.