I'm now reading some short stories by Chekhov. I have no idea if 'Lost in Translation' (the Bill Murray film) was based on the story The Lady with the Toy Dog (I've never even seen the film), but I wouldn't be surprised if it was.
It's a funny little story. Not funny ha ha. Just kind of funny. About what is it that we really want?
What is it that I really miss?
I don't actually miss anything -- we never had a chance to have anything that good. So I suppose what I actually miss is the possibility of that *something good* coming in the future. That is what I am angry about -- not about losing what I had, but about losing what I might have had.
So what is it I think he is guilty of? Stealing my dreams, perhaps? Or maybe he just put them with his own?
No, sorry Shane. No fairytale ending this time.
from Fairytale of New York
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Cant make it all alone
Ive built my dreams around you
