through acoustics again.
Direct access memory, where scents holds reign supreme. Fading lingering traces of desire, and the realization, yes, through acoustics.
And seems like another life, far removed from the current one.
Viewing it up here, and the world gives a little spin, making sure the whatifs and whatmighthavebeens would not have a semblance of life. Or even just the idea of it.
I would just listen and unzip memories, and yes, this is a good life.
Much appreciated and much enjoyed.
