Very moving... I think this way about music. Musically I spent so long stuck in the seventies, filled with memories of my formative years, but also (because of those vivid memories?) I couldn't find anything I liked as much. Imagine my relief when one day I found The Kings of Leon, and I liked them the best (best ever!) , for no reason other than the music which moved me, no memories! I was freed, and now I regularly find new music.
Thank you for reading, and commenting, and for the conversations X
It seems to be a fine line between not wanting to forget, and not wanting to be haunted. And the accumulation of things is huge by this age. I have got to the point where nearly every person's face reminds me of someone else – so I think I recognise them, but it's just someone from the past, or may tv/films....
Wonderful Rhonda. Like our lunch in Sydney on the pub’s rooftop … x
oh god yes - sydney was a place of no memories for me, while you got sucked down a wormhole through time...
Very moving... I think this way about music. Musically I spent so long stuck in the seventies, filled with memories of my formative years, but also (because of those vivid memories?) I couldn't find anything I liked as much. Imagine my relief when one day I found The Kings of Leon, and I liked them the best (best ever!) , for no reason other than the music which moved me, no memories! I was freed, and now I regularly find new music.
Thanks for your writing, once again.
Thank you for reading, and commenting, and for the conversations X
It seems to be a fine line between not wanting to forget, and not wanting to be haunted. And the accumulation of things is huge by this age. I have got to the point where nearly every person's face reminds me of someone else – so I think I recognise them, but it's just someone from the past, or may tv/films....