1) earlier today I was at a bar and generally feeling good, that sort of magical extension of the self that happens when you're comfortable, and all of a sudden bill evans comes onto the air, and I am instantly transported back to my last year in high school in that large room listening on that duct-tape-wrapped cd player, all the small things, the smell of grass, the color of morning sun, etc.

sorry. can not speak more because this is an utterly personal (not private) memory. the memory is in relation between me and me. and thus all you see on a nodal graph of how-to-explain-things is a little arrow going outwards and turning around to come back inwards, like a little mini ouroboros saying here here here here.