Written by Jacob Ibrag
I miss this song. It’s from the yesterdays of a former
emotion. A feeling from another moment. And when I hear this
song, I become that person. I’m physically him. I’m confused because I
remember what happens, just not what drives me into those decisions.
I’m a visitor with a soundtrack, in a world I will never have back.
Photo by Martin Reisch
Eyes + Words 
There’s something about music, isn’t there? It’s kind of like a sense of smell that connects directly, primitively.
Your line about being a “visitor with a soundtrack” – this idea that we can somehow become alien even to our own selves – that line will stick with me a long while.
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Music, even ordinary sounds and smells are all triggers. They can transport us when we least expect it. I think it’s all very fascinating.
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