“When I dream of the log walls and dark pantry,
I sense that it’s only a dream.
Then my joy is clouded,
for I know I’ll wake up.
Sometimes something happens
and I stop dreaming of the house and the pines…
Then I grieve…
and wait for the dream that will make me a child again,
and I’ll be happy knowing that all still lies ahead,
and nothing is impossible.”
(screenshot and quote from “The Mirror” by Andrei Tarkovsky)