Sometimes, they sneak up on you when you don't expect it. Weighing infinities is fraught with peril for anybody who has shuttered and closed down the more painful vaults of memory. It is not so much the worlds of might have been that hurt, it is the lost worlds of never was and never will be.
I've found that music is a chord almost as evocative as a scent for
bringing to the forefront the most remarkably clear memories of the
past. I got both of them full bore today.
I spent the day thinking goodbye
but it is only au revoir.