achilles and the tortoise

tonight is one of those nights when i feel like a time traveler. a song or a scent or a sound or (seemingly) nothing at all will get into my head and suddenly it's two years ago, or four, or ten. i get overwhelmed by what was happening then, i am filled with it, with the music that i listened to or the way that the air smelled some past autumn, it becomes too real, too full, it pulls me away from now so thoroughly that i am just then. it is not usually a pleasant escape. it is confusing. it makes my throat ache.