September 15, 2012

• Memories

    

  Back in the days, before you would be surrounded by administration and campus police because you climbed out of your dorm room window, these were my staples.  Alice in Chains, Nirvana, Nine Inch Nails, Front 242, Hole, or no matter who it was I cranked it up loud.  Sometimes, I didn't climb outside of the window of room 32; my dorm room didn't have a ledge to sit on, but my friend's room did.  Sometimes,  I would sit under the tree outside the dorm and the music and dark sunglasses would tune the rest of the world out.  I smiled when I found this "Walkman".  They were all a Walkman back in the day.  The volume is still cranked to max.  The way I left it the last time I listened to it.  It still has the batteries I left in it.

  I had seen the glasses lying around my parents' garage for a few years.  They looked familiar, but I thought they belonged to someone else. I tried to say they were my dad's, but I knew if they were his, they would have been Ray-Ban.   I knew I would blog about the Walkman and thought the wayfarer sunglasses would go with the picture.  I laughed and showed the Walkman to my mom.  She wanted to know where I found the awful glasses and told me that they used to be mine, too.  They always felt familiar; like something that reminds you of a past life that may or may not have existed.

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