Things That Can't Possibly Exist

Just watched Juno. It was good. Need to brush my teeth and go to sleep. I can already hear the Tuesday mornign alarm, even though I've got tomorrow off. The flat is silent. This could be back in December but it's warmer. I yearn for vague things I can't quite define, a certain sense of time - or place - rather than event or object or love. It probably wouldn't help if I could define them, and anyway, it;s quite fun yearning for something numinous - like having nostalgia for a time that couldn't possibly exist.