Subtle strokes entered my ears as I inserted the large black disc into the turntable. It spun on the turntable and made a mesmerising sound. I savoured the sound of the vinyl while immersed in the beautiful floral arrangements created by my hands. A soft murmur escapes my lips as I enjoy the afternoon at the florist. The feel-good music softly flowed along with the movements of my delicate fingers arranging the flowers. Creating a feeling of calmness in me.
People can store memories anywhere, flowers, songs or even perfume. All things related to the past make feelings seem to be dragged into feelings that have been felt before, people know it better as Dejavu.