I’ve been thinking about how certain songs or silences don't just pass through us, but settle into our skin. Like a certain hum or shade of quiet that stays. Are we just a collection of everything that has ever touched us?

I’ve been thinking about how certain songs or silences don't just pass through us, but settle into our skin. Like a certain hum or shade of quiet that stays. Are we just a collection of everything that has ever touched us?