In the Vietnamese film The Vertical Ray of the Sun, there is a scene of siblings waking up in the morning. An alarm goes off but it's not insistent or rude. A brother and sister wake up languidly and their rooms are bathed with light. They walk slowly round and stretch in a dreamy state while Lou Reed sings in the background. They look contented like they have all the time in the world, and the most urgent question on their mind is probably what they should eat for breakfast.

This is what I long for. This careless disregard for time.