I was walking along Queen Street when a street performer started playing Boston by Augustana. I was brought back to 2010, to the first time I heard that song from a post on Facebook. A post from....someone.
Honestly means so much to me I can't even begin to explain. Sometimes when I listen to it I feel it was written about my situation because it's so exact. Hmm I did not like the song that much, and I don't particularly enjoy the band, but I remember who posted it.
Looking at my playlist, all of those songs have its own memory attached to it. I am blessed/cursed with a retentive memory such that I can remember the memory attached to it in a very detailed way: the sound, the feelings, the weather, the smell. everything.
...Yuna's Terukir di Bintang reminds me of the spacious but cold apartment, me alone with my hot milo and cornbread, just waiting and having the song on repeat.
...Mirwana, Permataku reminds me of myself last winter, a cup of warm tea (twining's, sugar and cream), listening to the sound of sea waves. The sky a soothing shade of blue, grey, orange and the in betweens. It's like being in love.
...Right Here Waiting reminds me of a night in Mekong River, on the cruise with lovely people.
Perhaps I need my playlist changed.
As for the street musician, I don't think he quite understands why I crossed the road to give him my spare changes. Perhaps he thinks I'm just being kind. but I'll keep that to myself.
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