The Scientist will always remind me of my grandma’s wake.

How I stayed up all night to fold paper ingots at the chilly void deck with the cousin who suddenly burst into the chorus, “nobody said it was easy~”

One of my two more distinct memories of him, the second being me crying hysterically in front of him at the A&E waiting area.

“Some songs are little time capsules, taking you back in time to that very moment in history, invariably replaying scenes and conversations.”