The Memory Of Mood // equivocality

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Sometimes, the colour of the sky, the moisture in the air, the smell of the wind, even the briskness of the cold will bring me back to another day. A day that’s indescribable, from an almost forgotten childhood. These are the days that are felt, not remembered, when emotion and mood overpowers action.

The yellow toys of kindergarten. Bliss. The skylight of the Brother Andre library. Warmth. The deafening silence on the hiking trail to Rattlesnake. Humility. The dense spread of stars in the sky from the cottage at Bruce Beach. Complete bewilderment. The rattle of John’s Explorer door when slammed. Comforting familiarity. Waiting for the bus during early spring on the corner of Nadine and Hollingham. Nervousness. Lunches on the bleachers at UCC. Depression. Walking Ashley home, hand-in-hand, on the warm summer nights. Pure contentment. Stepping out of the theatre after a showing of Equus. Buzz.

Every time I’m brought back, I can remember exactly how I felt, but nothing of what I did.

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#1 mike

there used to be a song that would always remind me of the smell of orange plastic. i can’t remember the song, but the orange plastic smell was from opening the package of a new ninja turtle action figure, and having to punch out his weapons from that model-kit-like sheet. for those of you who never owned a ninja turtle, you probably think i’m crazy right now.

#2 Jeff

I remember those, but I the memory of a Ninja Turtle board game is more vivid. The turtles had little ball-bearings as bodies and were used to take out footmen set up like bowling pins. I used to play in my unfinished basement with friends on the cold cement.

There are so many things.