Hmm...what to talk about...<sniffs the Orange Clove candle> I really like the smell of this stuff.  It vaguely reminds me of memories of my Aunt.  I can't really say that it is her I'm thinking of, but it seems to be connected to her. It's oddly etheral in texture.  Like a dream or a hazy, dark photograph.  This candle in way is much like wind chimes or a steady drone. They take me to a part of my brain (or soul?) that is very unused and abandoned.  Lonely memories lurk there waiting to be remembered and felt.  Some memories are decayed.  Vague and cryptic they have little life in them. They do not get remembered by way of route.  Rather they come up suddenly and unexpected.  And the feeling they inspire are not feelings we feel every day. They are warm but distant, like a setting sun. The more you focus on them the farther away they seem, the less real.  And you want so much to be there. To live it again with new eyes.  There is alot of comfort in the past.  In it is the knowledge of a future and the feeling of a present. It is wonderful.  It is bliss.