Transported
I've been thinking a lot about how influencial music can be on the senses. The other day I was struck by a song. I was suddenly transported back years to rasta colored ear buds and cool tile against my face. I was sitting in the bathroom trying to block out all other sounds by pushing the buds deeper into my ear canal and letting myself be swallowed up into the rhythm.
I listen to this song and I'm lying against cool sheets, light pink and too loose for the bed. I can feel the air around me. I'm back in that basement, staring at the ridiculously huge stereo and knowing that nothing will ever be the same.
How can a simple song pull my entire conscious back into a life I've grown out of?
I listen to this song and I'm lying against cool sheets, light pink and too loose for the bed. I can feel the air around me. I'm back in that basement, staring at the ridiculously huge stereo and knowing that nothing will ever be the same.
How can a simple song pull my entire conscious back into a life I've grown out of?