Nostalgia. It runs through you body and makes you glow on the outside, like the phosphorescent skin of a gemstone. You remember a time, a scent, a song. The feeling is overwhelming. It pulls you right back there, like a rip, the more you swim away from it the deeper it sucks you under. Nostalgia is a time machine. It blasts you into the past. This is the power of memory. It is the centrepoint from which our entire history detonates. Without it we are nothing but shells, a complex nervous system built as a catalogue for the soul's remembrance.
“Every once in a while, but not often, you can sit down and write a thing that you know is going to stand people’s hair on end for the rest of their lives- a perfect memory of some kind, like a vision, and you can see the words rolling out of your fingers and bouncing around for a while like wild little jewels before they finally roll into place & line up just exactly like you wanted them to…” - Hunter.S.Thompson