.:: My Hypermnesia ::.

...

I'll take her home after midnight
And if she likes, I'll tell her lies
of how we'll fall in love by the morning

her heels are high and my hope's so low
'cause I don't know how to love
Oh, elevator, elevator, take me home

don't go. say you'll stay
spend a lazy sunday in my arms
don't take anything away

elevator,
elevator,

take me home

...

: We are all on planes. And we are all afraid of jumping out of the plane. Life is dangerous and complicated, and .. its a long way down!

- So, you are afraid of change?

: No. You are afraid to change. You'd rather imagine you could escape, rather imagine that you can escape instead of actually trying. Cause if you fail, then you have nothing. So you give up the chances of something real .. and instead you're going to hold on to hope. Truth is ... hope is for sissies!

- When i get out of here, I'm not gonna be afraid anymore ... I mean how many guys get a second chance?

: Too many ... and non of'em deserve it ..

...

یه سیگار بهم داد.
سیگار کشیدیم.
سرد بود. گفت بریم تو.
برای اینکه بوی سیگارش بره، از کیفش عطرشو در آورد و به خودش عطر زد
عطرش .. کول واتر بود.
کول واتر!
فکرشو بکن ...