// **Super-long post motivated by raw, sleep-deprived emotion** When I listen to this song, it reminds me of something just a little bit beautiful... There are two types of memories Ive encountered among people I discuss such things with: The File Cabinet, and The Web. People with a file cabinet memory store things in a very logical way; things get filed under greater categories and if you know where somethings stored you can look around and find it easily. People with the web memory chain things together more like a spiderweb, each memory connected to others in a seemingly chaotic way only navigable by the creator. Much like any website that uses tags to sort content, each memory has any number of associations connected to it. I have a web memory, so when a thread gets pulled I get flooded with information. For instance, when Im talking about memories I always think of the memories I associate with having memories (you may need to read this sentence twice). One that springs to mind is a particular afternoon I spent with my grandmother when I was still learning how to walk and was able to step up a curb without crawling up for the first time. Right now Im smelling the dirt, feeling the strain of stepping up that curb, remembering how the park we strolled through looked, the several other times Ive been to that park, the taste of the ice cream I got in that park years later... the web of associations grows and grows. Songs can trigger memories of things Ive done or even thoughts Ive had while listening to them. This song I had on repeat for hours while I experienced FTBs Monster modpack for Minecraft, on someone elses server. I hollowed out most of a redwood tree XP, but theres an earlier association with this song; its an idea on this very topic: The saddest thing about my own eventual death will be that I will no longer be able to feel the emotions triggered by my memories. Not nostalgia in particular, but the emotion I felt in that memory. This song makes me want to live if not solely for the purpose of listening to this song again so that I can trigger the memory of wanting to live to hear this song again, et cetera ad nauseam. This is the song that fills me with the nostalgia of feeling nostalgia. The feeling I get, the solemnity of death combined with the joys of life itself, is far too beautiful...
Posted on: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 15:40:03 +0000
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