Escapism | a sense-memory

Two notes, like clanging twice on metal, punctuating a mechanical, almost submerged drum-and-bass section. Soon it will meet chainsaw guitars coming and going in sly riffs and I, long before the age of smartphones and Shazam, will wonder, again—what’s that song? I’m wasted by the promenade as it dawns on yet another twenty-something day. The breeze has set in. The sound comes from a boat bar where other last survivors are probably also wasted. My friends go on about things that at the moment don’t interest me as much as having imprinted this song that seems to manifest at odd times and, like all mystery songs, seems to hold the key to everything. Soon I’ll find out it’s “I Can’t Escape Myself” by The Sound. Then I’ll move on to the next one. ^{• * •} traverse>>the timezone>> _{• * •}