For some peculiar reason, I think my mind feels dusty.

It always starts with reading stuff, during which I suddenly remembered this song that I had heard before, and went to hunt it down. I managed to get it successfully, and as I was listening to it I recalled a lot of other things that I associated with the song. All those things... I hadn't thought about in a very very long time, and it felt really strange, to be thinking about them, tracing lines of thought that I haven't touched or bothered to build further on. Just thinking those thoughts made me feel displaced, old.

Dusty, like I said.

I wonder what other areas of my mind I haven't touched.

I wonder what my mental landscape looks like?