i used to be a huge fan of synesthetic nostalgia trips...certain songs, smells, visuals (for example, yellow leaves billowing behind you on the highway) would send me on melancholy imaginative journeys, usually ending up with visions of me walking alone somewhere--whilst 'here i go again' by whitesnake played in the background, no doubt--yes, that is some extra olde forte cheese.now that i'm a cynical old drunkard...i jest i jest, i think--i do find myself revisiting those daydreams, but without that same tug on the heartstrings...instead i've reached a point where i can see certain behavioural cycles repeating themselves...which is annoying and reassuring at the same time.
annoying in the sense that just when i think i've evolved out of a certain way of being, i discover that i'm still doing the same old shit, just in a different octave. reassuring--why? well sometimes it's nice to be reminded of what you bring to the world; sort of like coming down, perhaps--one goes out on a limb, then returns to the trunk?
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