Life is made up of little moments,
of feelings that sparkle like shining, beautiful crystals, gems.
It's quartz, moonstone, amethyst.

There are exact, precise moments that get recorded in our heart forever,
Not in our mind, never in our minds,  always in our hearts, we can remember them in a way, when you get a feeling, and you know you've felt like that before and say 'oh my gods, this is like that time'; that's how we remember;
By scents, by sounds.

Tonight, listening again to 'Atmósfera' podcast, the best radio program right now in any spanish radio frequency.
Hearing again Niet!'s concert, and 'Atmósfera expansiva' the last hour in session of it.

I lay down, outside, and clearly remember the first night I listened to it;
laying on a rooftop, on the floor, looking up at the night sky, at the incommensurable, at the shining stars that may or may not be dead already.

The coldness, the dampness in the air;
my beloved bunny, little ball of fur cleaning himself in the dark, almost giving me a heart attack because I couldn't see clearly what was there, and how his movements fitted so well with Ott's 'Billy the kid strikes back' song.
Hearing for the first time Tom Middleton's 'Lament'
The feeling of peace this sounds bring to me back again.

Remembering through senses, and not through any logical part of my brain.

Focusing in myself, coming back to my centre, as the very small creature I am in the vastfulness of the Universe.

Life is made of moments like this,
even if we sometimes forget it.


Sweets make us happy
Even to those who don't like them too much
They are inherently cute, kawaii
Looking at them instantly can lift your mood.
It's in their shape, their gloss

I thought about it, and my conclussion is that we find them desirable because they are made for children, it's their target consummers, so candy make us feel like children, they appeal to the child in us.

A child doesn't have to take care of anything. It's not appealing because of the memories they might bring but because of the feeling of not having to take care of yourself, of living without responsibilities.

As a person with anxiety I can understand this, that nagging feeling in your gut that tells you to run away, that you have been putting too much over your shoulders for too long.

Sweets sell us a momentary illusion of freedom