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[smokingboot]

A dear old friend came to me and told me that he loved me. I told him that I loved him too, and we hugged in a room that was bare except for the television. We sat watching the TV, but one side of the room was glass or perspex, and there was a garden outside, covered by some kind of security lighting. But despite the fact that it was my garden - I assumed - and the lights did not go off, I didn't really recognise it. Whatever was happening in the garden mattered more than whatever was happening on the screen.

I think the old friend symbolises Ralik, whom I have sat with and cuddled and watched TV with, and his connection to the garden, which is also the garden of death now.