scintillating

"Vincent, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you."

Last night, I dreamt about Starry Night.

That's really odd for me, as I rarely remember my dreams. It could've been the quote. Or seeing the real thing last month at New York's MOMA. Or talking about Don McLean with Cass, Diana, and Nolan Saturday.

Perhaps it's the new experience of giving off rapid-fire sparks whilst peacefully outside myself.

Update: The fact that I have it set as my wallpaper on my cell phone, and see it twenty times a day is probably why. When I consider that it is the last visual I see each night (my cell phone is my alarm clock), it all makes sense.