The time is 11.12 as I start writing this piece. My mind is drenched in cobalt and sepia - wonder what mood can be ascribed to this combination.

On TV is one of those dark american movies that Hollywood loves to make. Proves to you that the world isnt pretty. You're all snuggled up in bed, cosy enough to forgive the day its faults and disappointments, and here comes along a movie that reminds you that the world is not such a pretty place afterall.

How many of us follow an entire Hollywood movie like it is a thriller or detective or autobiographical or drama novel? Doesn't it reduce to a bunch of images put together under some rationale, for us to witness and take away whatever from? Maybe some of them will remain in our scattered memories.. only to resurface later.. much later. At a disconnected point of time long into the future. Which is why almost every emotion feels like deja vu? Cos you've already been through it in proxy.

How much of what we feel is really ours? Or is that as real as it gets?