The trigger can be anything, a scent, a melody, a familiar situation, and suddenly everything buried deep down in the past just resurfaces.
It happened last week, I was browsing through an old hard drive when I found a file I thought I had thrown more than a decade ago.
To be honest, I've always hated that music, it was an assignment back in music school : make a simplistic melodic line and use it as a base for different arrangements.
I still dislike it, but while listening to it many things came back to my mind in a big chaos : all the people I once knew and loved much back then, all the things we used to do, hot chocolate with cinnamon, a mixture of scents (tangerine, wood and clove), the good days, the not-so-good ones too...
“It is such a mysterious place, the land of tears.” (Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Le Petit Prince)
