Yes, it’s true……..there is a life before

Recently, I have been using Nostalgia as my drug of choice. A soporific, albeit comforting drug, and one that lulls me in a casing into which I gladly retreat. Faraway places in a long-ago time that I wish I’d never left. I slip into euphoria and gladly acquiesce. I am allowed, you see. I have paid my dues.

One might venture to surmise that I escape within the pages of the many books that surround me, and say, ’Isn’t that enough?’ Ah, my dear reader, to think that I escape would be an inaccuracy, for I do not escape,  ………  therein I willingly enter. Nostalgia, on the other hand, allows me to exit.

I am certain you are not old enough to appreciate the value of this mind altering drug. You hear the words the teller-of-tales conveys, and dismiss the ramblings with a wave of your hand. You don’t understand that we do not tell so that you will engage. We tell so that we can exit. Words become our vessel-of-egress only when they are heard.

Nostalgia is a psychotropic drug that links the subconscious vision to our youth. So, the next time a teller-of-tales talks to you, please listen.

cover-art above is from the
Phutureprimitive Hyper-Scene

 Subconscious album