I can’t fight the sentiments flooding back alongside memories — simply by hearing a song, when my iPod’s on shuffle, it’s completely out of the blue — to think that out of 12-hundred songs, the one song that makes your heart clench has to play just as your mind’s too clear to be distracted.
I miss.
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"Do you see the story? Do you see anything?... It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream - making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream sensation... No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence - that which makes its truth, its meaning - its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream - alone." Marlow in Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad.
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