Not stay the same

Moments of overwhelming nostalgia often elude any subsequent efforts to connect quality or meaning to them. Like a certain sign on the highway, framed by a dying sun and the cracked rubber of rattling pickup's window seal, or a particularly and locally specific sound heard on the same jukebox 8 years ago, these ghosts bite and then flee. The sign passes, the song ends, but shit, what a taste while it hits.