Randall Paul Jenkins, Esq. » Blog Archive

There are certain things for me that will always; render a photographic image in my mind, create a yearning for particular things, begin a private screening of out takes of life events in moving picture form, trigger an onslaught of emotions past. For me these things are typical; for me these things are atypical. Songs, films, pictures, cities, sounds; clothing stores, new conversations you swore you already had, certain days of certain months, driving sections of a freeway, pudding.

I’m not so much speaking of one person literally. What I mean by that is that of course there was one of these certain things relating to one specific person that drove me to this point, so yes I am speaking of one person, literally, but also I am not. You see, lately the frequency of these moments is speeding up, and they aren’t always about that one person or any one person at all, I can assure you that, probably. Surely some of this had to do with the self-induced nostalgia (read: torture) of my musical choices the last week or so, so those moments did not surprise me in the least bit, in fact they were welcomed. The surprising moments came in the coincidental actions that came complete with one free, hit you in the face, trip down memory lane.

It is this sort of this lumped up ball of memories and emotions from all things past that has been constructed like some hybrid of a rubber band ball and dust bunny. It can’t be explained, but here I am explaining away. It is refreshing and amazing and all kinds of words that would be used to describe an unexpected welcomeness, really it is.

For those who think I write in cryptic, changes make only the end of refreshing moments. For those that think this is about them, it very well may be; and realise it is no less flattering to find out that it isn’t only about you, it only makes it less creepy. For those that think it’s about 14 February, it is not; for those that think it’s about today, it is.

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