When experience sublimes into your memory...
I talk about memory, again.

Sometimes, an event, some kind of food, music or maybe scenery tied to a segment of our memory, something happened in a time frame in the past. Yet, when we get into this same "thing" again, we seems to be getting over it one more time.

Interesting.

Curry rice = an afternoon in Akibuhara with a plate of Curry Rice, an isolated me in a totally unfamilar region. Feels like an outsider; with no one knowing me while I can leave the shit behind.