tonight I was talking to my friend on the phone, rambling. in my ramblings she found something really interesting that I had never known about myself. I was describing one of my favourite memories ever, that when I think about it I get sick to my stomach with nostalgia. she asked me how I remembered it, and if I remembered every little scent and colour as if I were there. I said no, actually, I remembered it with the familiar hum that you would recognize in music- and figured it out. It was why I got so nostalgic over some songs. They were the ever playing memories in the music. Those memories are locked into that distinct arrangement of notes found in the music I listen to; & I realized they will forever make me long for the future and the past, all at once.