I am a fan of chocolate; the movie and the delicacy itself. Most of my memories are connected to any of them. The metaphor of the north wind in the movie has always enchanted me; the delicacy has fulfilled my lust and my sensuous appetite almost sinful on those days where slivering and getting lost is the motto.

Until...
one winter day...
a sly wind blew in from the north.
Where will we find truth?
Where do we start looking?
Where will we find truth?
We will find it...
Who the hell are you?

Yes, who the hell am I?

In those days where chocolate becomes the number one consolation item, not only for all its false attributes at which we still like to believe such as stress relieve or more as aphrodisiac, I feel like chocolate let me slick, which I particularly enjoy at that state :D.

Arriving at the mode where Status Quo is unquestionable and going deep into it would simply worsen things, I prefer to be let lust into my indulgences and enjoy the feeblest out of my so modest life where nothing new puffs out any longer.

And then...

But still the clever North Wind...
was not satisfied.
The Wind spoke to Vianne...
of towns yet to be visited.
Friends in need, yet to be discovered.
Battles yet to be fought...

By whom? Battles need solders, solders are all dead or sick, homesick or simply deserted in the battlefield of nonsense...

My winds have blown up my mind. I am dreaming a lot recently. There are breezes that have blown up summer and welcomed autumn. There are seasons overlapping each other. There are freedoms gone without being noticed. There are voices, ah those, they are the worst!