Anemoia

 


Tues 10/18

I listened to a Talking Heads song called “This Must be the Place” on Youtube.  Someone left the remark …. “Why does this song sound like my friends having fun without me?”  A person responded “It’s called anemoia ... it’s an actual phenomenon of feeling nostalgic or missing an experience you never had … this is the transportive power of good music.. it makes you feel what the person who wrote it is feeling and you wish you had been there with them.  It means we are all connected.”  





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