my raspberry nights

i feel comfortable in the texture of wong kar wai's films. they help me accept there is no home, nothing to go back to. in 'my blueberry nights' jude law talks about the keys he has in his cafe. how they don't open the doors they used to open. it's strange to hold many keys that don't open what they used to open. it makes me see the importance of the moment in which they open something special. the day i turned 31 i got a perfect raspberry and rhubarb pie from wanda's at kensington market in toronto. it could have been blueberry but i prefer the color of raspberries. these are my raspberry nights. i try to remember not to let those special moments pass me by. later on even if i still hold the key and if it still opens a door, what i want to find might not be there anymore.