Music and the Thinning of Time (I guess)

I’m sitting in my room listening to a song. I found it again now on my own, but it’s a song I know, because my father used to listen to it a lot.  I don’t know what made me do this, but I decided to look up the release date -- and I find that the song came out the year that my father was 18 -- the same age that I am now. And in this moment, staring at the date on that album I feel something I can’t quite explain -- closest in concept to nostalgia, but that’s not quite right either. In this moment I feel like the barriers of Time are thinner than ever, like if I just think about it a bit harder it’s almost as if I’m there too, in the past. I sit here in my bedroom listening to this song at 18 years old, and imagine my father doing the exact same thing thirty years ago, and it almost feels real, as if I could just reach out and be there. As if these two moments are happening simultaneously and not decades apart. It feels like if I just blink, close my eyes for a second too long, I’ll open them back there, in the 90s. It’s right there, see? It’s all so close.