Merge

I guess it sounds pretty obtuse of me. But it's frightening sometimes, when i can no longer tell between Mr. Garcia and Mr. E, or who you are referring to. There is so much sadness and bittersweetness, passion and grief mingled in this affair that they seem, sometimes, to have merged. It feels like one of those moments where the first light emerges after an ice storm. When it's still freezing, and cold, and you can hear that sharp tinkling of icicles on the barren trees, but the sun's ablaze and you know it's only going to get warmer.

To getting warmer, because winter is overrated. And the cold is sometimes too much to bear on your own. Remember 2046, where in this particular area which gorgeous Tony Leung alluded to Christmastime, you needed to huddle together for warmth because it got really cold?