A weekend is like so many different tracks. A weekend is like steamy dreams that lands you with yet another sheet to that stack of memories you possess. All of them will definitely be memories that you think of whilst you slouch in your dressing gown when your hair is gray for days.
All memories is there for you to take out and hide again. All of them is there for you to be in synchronization with yourself and out of synchronization. Just to be there on the days are cold as ice. Just on the days where you see that you should be less away from your cold blooded reality. Just on the days where you want to travel to foreign countries where you forget all worries. All worries that are evaporating into steamy dreams!