Tunes in my head: Incubus by Marillion
Atmosphere: Depressed
It's amazing what things can bring back pain in flooding memories.
A simple word can just revitalise endless seas of memory.
A picture can resurrect the sensation of a petrol can underneath your nose, the sour liquid lightly pressing your lips.
The taste of strawberries slowly washing their way through your mouth.
The sight of a dismembered body hanging outside a car.
The warmth of an indian summer, the red sky blazing through the clouds.
Or the warmth of a loved one's breath against you neck as they doze off gently to a deep, deep sleep.
A voice down the phone, passively asking how you are, can evoke such a rush of emotion.
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