Out of the blue, a taste in the roof of the mouth, the first notes of a song in the ear, an image in the retina, a scent in the nose makes a spring in the memory jump and, suddenly, a shiver of happiness goes down to the spine. And maybe it is a corruption of the sensations, an embezzlement of the stimuli, a perversion of the memory if you will but, sometimes, I look for that taste, those first notes, that image, that scent on purpose.