I've probably had other tango dreams lately, but this is the only one I remember. Strange how this one too is just a conversation. Him : When are you going? Me : Going where? Him : Buenos Aires. Me : What do you mean when am I going? I haven't even thought about that yet. Him : (looking at me sternly) You should claim it. Me : Claim it? What, like licking something and calling dibs? Him : (very faintly bemused) Claim the future.
"El infinito tango me lleva hacia todo" - Borges