memories are amazing, to be brought to the forefront of the mind so quickly, not by conscious thought, not through active reminiscing, but through the words of a song, heard on the radio, driving through fog that obliterates the city of chicago, driving down a well lit road in the middle of nowhere, and these memories come roaring back, a single line, something about lips and who they're kissing or kissed, and Zzzzzooooooommmmm!!!!!! there i am, awash in the pain, feeling the anger, the emotions, the questions, right out of those imprinted neurons, and i wonder what the subconscious has in store for me tonight, after the surfacing of the memory of such an event, maybe more than the dream i had last night, of a wedding party, at a diner, with a man playing a guitar at a table, playing just the opening of patience, and the entire group breaking out into song, maybe something a little different tonight