The enigmatic label of this post borrows from the title of a Mitch Murder song, one that caught my attention this morning. Based on my selection of Tangerine Dream - Love on a Real Train, Traces to Nowhere is on repeat.

Nostalgia. How it aches my heart. People...places...things...ideas...all of these were once common in my life...a shared experience...they were the air I breathed...they were there...so common...have become lines on the yellowing pages of history...

As I experience the '20s, I am a ghost on the campus of UofM; I haunt the streets of Bartlett. I am of a time that once was. A foot in the past and a knee in the present, I fear the future.

For all the vibrancy of life and drama, The World I Know is relegated to unnoticed roadside placards as folks throttle down the road to create their multi-volume tomes to be summarized later on metal lost in overgrowth.

Are these hints of what is to come; is this what it feels to be old? Is life More than a Memory?

I return to the thematic elements of 2016: the adventure of the future. In that year, I listened to a stack of Audiomachine, Future World Music, Epic Score, etc. In the backdrop of these tales, there is a narrative that was among the top songs of that year for me, a selection from 2002 by Audioslave:

I Am the Highway.