My thoughts get ill at ease at Night unlike during the day...I don't know why so far...Maybe this tranquil corner will give me a helping hand and sure not to forget my Violin.

Memories and photos!  Both of them ignite a fit of nostalgia in my Bohemian Soul...
Memories are abstract; Photos are concrete but their spell on me is one: a fit of nostalgia

Some see that language is what distinguishes human beings from animals...
I heartily believe Memories make me more human than language (and highly likely you too)...
Said that, do people get Cruel when they forget their Memories?  

Reminiscence...

Zephyrus...

Swan Lake...

It is said Forgetfulness is a Bless! I prefer to reconcile with Memories rather than Escape.  
Reconciliation not Escapism...One doesn't know when the Unconscious ERUPTS...

A true friend would remember the Memory of your Voice even if you awake him with your call at Midnight after seven years of absence and 2000 km of distance...

Bless you...

Hell is other people.
l'enfer, c'est les autres.

Sartre

Old Hag, go away from my sky!

A Woman Killed with Kindness.

Ostracism really works...