Not exact matches
«I
remember sitting
in my first Facebook meeting
in a deep, deep
haze.
In a food induced
haze I
remember hearing something along the lines of «we should put sea salt on everything,» come out from someone's mouth.
remember seeing that first time
in a complete lemon
haze cloud thinkin....
«The first game I ever saw, the Tigers against the Seattle Pilots, I
remember walking
in here — it was a night game — and there was just a wonderful
haze over the field.
And I definitely
remember reading a post
in my newborn
haze about how you should just not worry about where your baby sleeps the first 8 weeks or so.
Naturally, I love it when any of my outfits even mildly remind me of my favourite old stories, let alone Alice (if you read Lost
in the
Haze during my first days of blogging you might
remember my Red Riding Hood or Cinderella posts).
While Beginners similarly played with editing to embody the intangibility of memory, Women exists
in a beautiful
haze of shapshots threaded together like we might
remember a period that defined us: linear but maybe not, burdened by the perspective of the future, perhaps even a little better (or worse) than it actually was.
I pretend that this is due to my need to retrace my steps, to see how it all came together, and, by
remembering what I did before, somehow speed my next project along;
in fact, I am probably just procrastinating or being insufferable, mulling over memories that, due to the late hours, were doomed to an impregnable
haze a long time ago.
What we
remember the most of Langkawi is no doubts our kayaking trip
in the Kilim Karst Geoforest Park, a nice breath of fresh air, after one month plagued by the
haze in Malaysia obstructing our view and our lungs.
I'm often caught
in a heady
haze of
remembering games.