by Matt Tyson
Memories plague me like greedy little children who won’t go away on Halloween. They live in the mirror, in the bent elbows of forks and spoons, and someplace deep within me... a forgotten me; remembered me. Songs, smells, a certain kind of sunlight, long trips in the car, and fleeting thoughts of stolen kisses with a stranger during a marathon back to school shopping spree in 1987 bring the memories racing right back to the forefront of my mind; ring ring ringing at my doorbell for more candy. Fat little bastards. I’ve battled them for the better part of two decades and now I fear I’ve lost the fight. To me or not to me?
Matt Tyson lives in New York City and is the founder and editor-in-chief of the website EAR FARM.