Childishly Fresh Eyes

When you’re having a conversation with your younger brother and he slowly fades away as you realized he died 10 years ago.

We engage in a mild amount of tomfoolery

A shadow of a once glorious thing, now oxidized and old, but standing proud. A relic of better times.

this reminds me of that one time when i was talking to my great grandparents and having a laugh, sharing memories of old times. as the day slowly dies down, i realize i have been talking to their grave for 4 hours. they died 11 years ago

Me when I walk into a room and completely forget what I was doing

True dementia experience - Looping for an hour

I was in VR chat for hours and now I feel weird and I'm listening to this

This captures the feeling when I was watching my grandfather spiral to death from cancer. He lost his ability to speak. Barely able to understand what he was saying. But he could understand you. And you could tell the pain he felt. He used to be the best to talk to. And now he’s gone. RIP Gpa.

Was listening to this while driving at night, and started naturally driving way slower, like a old person out for a nice drive.

This reminds me of those times when you were at your grandparents house having a jolly old time with the Eldridge Horror staring at you through the window, good times.

The steps to having a fulfilling life: 1. Have a wife and kids. 2. ... Why can't I remember her name? 3. She's my wife... No, I must remember her name... 4. I can't figure it out... It's in the back of my head, but... It's so hard... All I can hear is distorted music that's vaguely... familiar?... It's so... calming, but alarming, all at once... 5. (A few months later) Oh, what a gorgeous lady... I hope I'll have a wife like her someday. She's so kind, too. Always taking care of me... It's peaceful, but terrifying. I feel like she's familiar... Maybe my daughter? They all look the same... She looks familiar, like... Someone who's my relative, but I can't just... remember... Wait, what were we talking about again? 6. That kind lady came in here again... She told me her name, but... I couldn't remember it even after she'd just told me it. She told me that it wouldn't be long now until I was someplace better. What does that mean? I'm unsure of if I should trust her or not. Anyway... What was it we were talking about? The plants outside?... The kind lady? Who are you talking about?

why does this sound like part 2 of its just a burning memory

😢.. What good memories of 1992 😢

when you just went downstairs and forgor what you were gonna do then you forgor why you were down there in the first place then a loading screen appears.

If you could hear nostalgia....

It feels like I've listened to this before but... uh...

Step 1: Live a long and full filing life. Step 2: What's my daughter's name? Step 3: Why can't I remember her name

pov: you get older and notice how the world changes

the loop fades as you realize you're finally free

When you firstly hear Russ Morgan in this album