Music

Music. It plays a smaller role in my life than in yours.
Yet, it visits me in unusual ways. Music, for me, is too much of a journey to partake (rather than a state to be in, ideally). I don't really have a problem with journeys, just that I am a chronic fare dodger. I can't seem to pause, without stopping altogether. And I do stop listening to music for long periods, often months together. Yet it returns, most recently in the form of Green Tinted sixties mind, a song I have liked since I dont know when.

Still, I prefer other journeys. I 'll put in black and white then. Music from another time makes me nostalgic.

Nostagia makes me awkward, not unlike turtle necks.