Life boils down to a series of associations. The world around me is like a living memory. Smells, sounds, and sensations all drum up some past memory. Everyone experiences this, but sometimes I think I have a higher affinity for it because it’s hard for me to look out the window without reliving something in my mind. The odd thing about many of the associations I have is that many of them are not based on anything particuarily rememberable or tragic. The most mundane things are linked to certain songs I hear. Because of this, I have a fairly detailed bank of memories that depict everyday life that most people would probably lose in the sands of time. I don’t really think that makes me special but instead different.