One month ago, before departing from home, I grabbed my old ipod-nano. I had planned to updated it, though there was only time to charge it before boarding a 16 hours travel.
During the travel, the time came to actually start it and listen. Songs were somehow old, and summoned on me, not the meaning of any lyrics, music patterns and rhythms, but feelings. Not the ones the artist tried to transmit but the ones I had by the time I used to listen to those musics. The importance was not on the music details, but on images, feeling and thoughts coming back. In sum, my senses were being exercise by all these audio memories.