I love the way music sews together moments of living—sometimes tying those memories to people, to sensation, or merely to the first auditory glance at an exciting fringe of notes. We oft turn to those songs in hopes of recreating that frame of our life over and over again—occasionally successfully, but too frequently just replaying a memory that is never quite as organic and lush as when it first occurred.
The sensation of being sensationless
I used to think that emotional numbness was one of the worst experiences in life. You walk around on emptiness, full well knowing that you’re not empty, but lacking the ability to discern any of “it.”
Now I’m not so sure. My gift-wrapped surprise from the universe remains, merely allowing its presence to sprawl. The sensation of not having physical sensation somehow seems to outstrip its emotional counterpart.
To have an itch (literal—not figurative) and not experience the pleasure of relieving it is confusing.
