Tag Archives: Memory

Memories are weird, and so is nostalgia.

Sometimes a memory just up and whacks you in the back of the head. I hear a song, and I remember being in a field. I remember the clothes I was wearing. I remember the crowd. The stage. I remember … Continue reading

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I went nostalgic again. I then lost my point and tried to salvage another one. Which I think I then lost.

I still know where my one of my childhood best friends hides his keys when he goes out somewhere and wishes to leave them behind. I still know which of his neighbours keeps a spare key for them. I know … Continue reading

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