How true.

“If you take a book with you on a journey, … an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very first words: the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like, the ice cream you ate while you were reading it… yes, books are like flypaper — memories cling to the printed page better than anything else.”

— Cornelia Funke, Inkheart.

Same with songs, too. A few weeks ago at 5ive, the band began to play Dakota and I was instantly thrown back. It was 2005 and I was in England, winding my way through fields of gold on a bus. I was 18 years old, and half-sad, half-happy. It was a good moment, and I was glad I could still remember it.