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have you guys ever gone into a deep reminiscent mode from which you can practically taste your old self, a taste so unfamiliar, yet pleasent, and in the back of your mind you want to go back, and experience life as it once was?? your first love, marked by both the great experience itself, but ending with the deep feelings of grief. a mother, or a father's death, marked by the time in which you spent with them, growing up.. whether or not it was a good or bad experience, we can taste the yurning desire of memory, with a touch of a bittersweet ending. fuckin a'

i wonder if older people, in their 70's / 80's feel like that all the time.

i'm listening to alice in chains.