Well, this is awkward.
Kinda like greeting an old friend, except I have grown and changed yet he hasn't. 341Please respect copyright.PENANAsKueTYFwN9
Well I'm 21; I'm a big boy now! 341Please respect copyright.PENANA35dEpTHRQZ
Maturity. Yes!341Please respect copyright.PENANAl0ftuw18zF
Experience. Yes!341Please respect copyright.PENANAynSKoARPcA
Flawed. Yes Yes Yes!341Please respect copyright.PENANAlZaVKBdkwT
But lately I've been thinking about younger, less experienced, less mature me. Or should I say, feeling about him. 341Please respect copyright.PENANAqAuzd2mK8s
My memories seem to not so much focus on retaining detail or accuracy, but retaining feelings. Kinda like the feeling of writing on online, self-centric blog in 2016. 341Please respect copyright.PENANAG657VRMUk0
But also, more importantly, the feeling of having only my own company again. 341Please respect copyright.PENANALlWMwdoGjl
Lemme tell ya, the Back Street Boys must have finally gotten around to their big reunion tour, because everybody is staying the heck inside! I, too, hear the approaching music, and it frightens me...341Please respect copyright.PENANADaXFa3wbFw
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Backstreet's back, alright!341Please respect copyright.PENANA9AVdzI0ed9
But in using my memories to try to make sense of this new, strange and worrying world, I came across an interesting phenomenon.341Please respect copyright.PENANAJFXaTkMANd
The cold helped to jog memories of my younger years - of chilling yet sunny winters, of hugging warm cats, breathing dusty icy air, of the listening ears and hopeful hearts of dogs, and of being alone with no one to worry about but myself. All with distinct feelings attached to them that could finally be accessed through the feeling of darkness and cold and curling up reading in it. And it brings comfort, to know that you have lived and that you are, at this moment, living. 341Please respect copyright.PENANAexw97YK8vP
That's great and all, a real hum-dinger of a thing (really), but that's like, everyone's lot. Not much interesting in that.341Please respect copyright.PENANAC8DBBJseCz
But what is curious is, within that recollection, what I have come to call 'Phantom Feelings'. These are kinda like the emotional recall associated with some of the catalytic memories that I briefly mentioned, but the funny part is that there's no real memory that goes with them. Just a sort of image in the head that almost comes out of nowhere, and since it isnt anhored to reality it's bound to change in imagined form, retaining only a few key elements and the approximate yet distinct feeling tied to it. And because of this amorphous nature of the associations, the feeling comes up at the strangest times as if it should be a reaction to what is being experienced in the present but really can't be, because it is based on an experience that I have never had! The mind and body are strange, chaotic things. 341Please respect copyright.PENANA0qqpDGCAcz
I have three, clear examples of this.
The first is rather more simple in its origin and expression. It comes along with images, and was connected in association to a song I would listen to often, however I cannot feel it strongly at the moment, quite possibly because the conditions which may have assisted in the activation of this feeling may no longer be present. 341Please respect copyright.PENANArrum1c1fgL
The image is of curling up in mostly darkness. It is in a cold room, with exposed, unpainted brick walls. Alone, afraid, hopeless I would sometimes imagine. I associated it with the city. 341Please respect copyright.PENANAlqNL5WwGDj
The second is quite strange indeed. Somehow I came to associate it with the character Mario, since it surfaced about the time that Mario Maker 2 came out, even though I had never played the game or intended to buy it. It still surfaces sometimes when I play on a 3DS (that is 100% Mario themed). I can best describe it as a kind of fear, overlayed wiith a feeling of portent and the unstoppable movement of time, of a future that is threatening, simultaneously, existence and absence. It makes sense, given the circumstances at the time of its inception, but it still resurfaces with disturbing clarity, and you must understand, dear reader, that I sometimes think that Mario may be a portentious symbol that is connected to my fate! 341Please respect copyright.PENANAfvyz2y4Tp3
"Your death is-a-coming. Wahoo!"341Please respect copyright.PENANArW1vcWSVjx
The third seems to have followed me for quite some time now, and I have a theory on the circumstances of its inception but cannot be sure. This one in particular is special, since its a feeling of comfort., a feeling that I look forward to experiencing. 341Please respect copyright.PENANAnpvQKYxzQU
The images associated with it always have a few key elements: Being in the blue shade of something cold, like stone - sometimes bigger, sometimes smaller. The world outside of the shadow is green and bright with a golden sunlight. I know the warmth is there, but in the shadow I do not feel it. There is a pool of water nearby, sometimes silent sometimes babbling. It is part in the sun and part overhung with the shadow of foliage, and oh so cool and inviting, but I do not leave the shade. 341Please respect copyright.PENANAW6o3nGInCS
It's a nice feeling, a feeling of ultimate contentment. A temptation to let go. To close the eyes and be cold while knowing that warmth still exists.341Please respect copyright.PENANAJE4YOGYOcJ
The feeling sometimes emerges when I enter a cool shade or exit the sun, or for other reasons I sometimes cannot identify. It predates my good friend Temporal Anxiety Mario. 341Please respect copyright.PENANAHzUMo9FHWP
Sometimes I feel like these are the conditions I would like to cease life in. 341Please respect copyright.PENANAntvNzriZcF
Like phantoms, these emotions seem to come and go with a mind of their own, each draping itself in a spectral facade as an identity. 341Please respect copyright.PENANAgYBQegXU7g
But I myself am not the ghost! These veins and this brain still doing their thang, bby. 341Please respect copyright.PENANAuE2WpOXFjZ
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So, in this time of organ ache (ears, mostly, - curse you BBB) and four walls, I think memories, and the feelings that they bring, may be a temporarily accepted subtitute to creating new ones associated with people. And in enaging with emotion, an engagement with creativity may also be a suitable way to complete the flow of that ethereal thing that pumps through the heart and electrifies the mind. There is art within borders and limits!341Please respect copyright.PENANAQVgavsML86
So I'll attempt to give more creative expression a whirl, and expression is what it will be! 341Please respect copyright.PENANA7Gyzs4amH3
I'm lookin' back at you, little J ಠ‿↼341Please respect copyright.PENANAcyGL1oNZAa
Keep living you guys, and within these walls you can make it artful!
Aufwiedersehen 341Please respect copyright.PENANA3imNDQ8raE
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