Afternoon Nostalgia.

Tapping in on that earlier thread about the vagarities of memory and sudden changes of consciousness, what is it about a certain nuance of temperature that along with a flood of explicit imagery brings back to life the musty pages of the history book? Fleeting images of blue lingerie and a kitchen counter, of naughty fingers, chocolate and an errant cherry. How does a nap, lower some defenses to such an extent that you find yourself remembering and at long last not holding back. Just to see where this stream, which at this particular moment seems more like a torrent, will deposit me. The phosphenes are most psychedelic. For the first time in a while I wasn't disappointed.