Everytime I listen to Infinity Ink's Infinity, I get transported back to that long stretch of pathway on the side of a wide concrete road near the Arts faculty in Aarhus University. I used to listen to it every time I walked down that sloped stretch to the city centre. One had to be really aware because a cyclist might zoom past you - or many cyclists might, because more people cycle about in Aarhus than they walk. I seldom went home immediately after school; I'd prefer to walk about in city centre, get some coffee, get lost in the streets. I remember when Nana bought me to that amazing bakery during one of our last days there. Gosh it was amazing how those buttery smells scented the entire place.
I love how photos and words trigger memories. I understand the dangers of memories, of course - there's a fine line between cherishing memories and clinging on to nostalgia. But I still love how we reminisce about the good and the bad. It reminds us of everything we have experienced, and everything we have survived. If you can't let go of old memories, why not find comfort in the possibility of making better ones?
