My favorite things are memory whiffs. You know what I'm saying? You should.

Like how you get whiffs of a fragrance with your nose sometimes, you get whiffs of memories with your mind, sometimes. Following me?

Because the whiff, it'll take you back, in a split second, to another time, and for a split second you won't exist, you'll just exist in that other time. Right?

Oh, but nevermind, I'm talking drivel here; just don't pay any attention to me, I'm only driveling.