This is my soft shock.

Do you know that feeling you get when you step into a place from the past and all the sweet, bitter memories come rushing at you like a quick breeze? It's the same with songs. How Phoenix's Liztomania reminds me of my 2 months in Seoul. And also with food. Like how the smell of oatmeal reminds me of being in my grandma's old kitchen. And then today I stumbled upon the box of acrylic tubes under my bed, and I remembered the crazy hours it took me to paint one pair of canvas shoes. Bent over, with paint all over my hands and face. That at some point my nose became highly sensitive to the smell of acrylic, it overwhelmed my senses. Once I was finished with the shoes I'd run to the toilet and vomit and vomit and vomit. Weird how I miss all that.