Every song is a breadcrumb on the tangled path back to who I’ve been. In this series, I let shuffle decide which memories resurface, giving each musical phase its turn in the spotlight—and seeing what stories wake up with the sound.
I lack the ability to actively recall memories, for the most part. I have no clue why, and I’ve never really had the kind of consistent insurance coverage that would’ve let me explore that area—or any of the similar weirdness, like how I just drop into a black void when I fall asleep and wake up with zero recollection of dreams, if there were any at all.
Context drags memories out of me whether I want it to or not, though. And nothing has a more powerful ability to do this than music.
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