Dear Unknown, this letter may not get to you. But it’s meant for you, just like that perfume. One second for an eternity. One second for that perfume. It tells of that moment that stretched to the point where it marked my memory. It was all there. The softness of your voice, the grace of your gestures that I translated by the roundness of the musks, the velvet of sandalwood and vanilla. Your silhouette taking shape in the light, which I see as graceful as a white flower. I’ve been looking for you for a long time, I would have liked to see you again. Tonight, I’m going back to the train. I will take these words with me. And this perfume.