somewhere I used to live had an indian restaurant that was very well frequented by me at the time and it had a (presumably) cd (honestly it's so long ago it might have been a wax cylinder) with this on it. possibly its only cd. and this would play absolutely regularly, at least three times in the course of a meal. that's how I remember it anyway
(, Thu 3 Apr 2025, 21:53, archived)
so even reading "life is a rollercoaster, just gotta ride it" gives me such a proustian rush of sensory memory of that restaurant I can hardly explain it to you. the thick tablecloths. the metalic scrapesounds of the rotating condiment carousel. the blue lighting, like the underside of racerlads' cars going up and down the seafront of a summer evening. the years, all of the years ahead, blank pages at the time and now written out
(, Thu 3 Apr 2025, 21:57, archived)
It's incredible how certain pieces of music, aromas, tastes or even, as you say here, mere words on a screen can instantly transport you to a moment or time in your past like a lightning bolt. Quite extraordinary, almost like time travel.
(, Thu 3 Apr 2025, 22:10, archived)