Hinge

If you've ever banged your head really hard, even if just short of a concussion, you may recall experiencing an accompanying taste. Well, today I bought a new bag of rice crackers and the very first one had that very same taste. I was immediately reminded of the time I ran into a tree at night at summer camp and almost got knocked out, which immediately reminded me of the scene in the movie Ratatouille, where the food critic enters a rat infested restaurant for an otherwise ominous meal, but the very first bite of ratatouille transports him back to his childhood and his mother's loving presence, a presence he had obviously not found since. This got me thinking. Perhaps everything we've experienced in life is hinged together - a smell that leads to the memory of a place, that leads to the memory of a face, that leads to the memory of a taste, that culminates in a song. A veritable hodgepodge of hooks. This got me thinking. Perhaps all of our collective experiences are hinged together in a similar way, and we need only be liberated from our individuality to experience it. Perhaps, only when gravity no longer holds away over our souls and we are swirled off of this rock for good. It is a perfectly reasonable conclusion for someone who's tripping on rice crackers.