"The iron chains of memory"

I'm listening to the score for the film "Gattaca." When I saw the film on HBO several months ago, I was struck by the haunting music. In mid April, the film re-appeared on HBO, but I only caught the last 15 minutes or so. Again, I was mesmerized by the music. About a week ago, I tried to find the CD locally but to no avail. So I fired up the laptop and sought out the folks at Amazon.com, who did indeed have it listed. Ordered it, and it arrived Friday. This is my first chance to listen to the entire CD.

Almost elegiac in tone and incredibly evocative. Fragments of disjointed memories swirl inside my brain. Not so much memories as remembrances of emotions associated with old events.

I remember sitting in a car with a friend named Barry in a parking lot at night as we played a word game whose name escapes me. Standing in a warehouse art gallery, looking through an open delivery door into rain backlit by street lamps. In college, walking in the falling snow toward a holly tree. Finding a yellow-legal-pad note from Wes in my mailbox. Crying at an AIDS healing service at St. Andrew's Cathedral.

This has certainly been unexpected. And I'm not sure what to make of it. I feel almost numb. How odd that this was there but coated with the dust of neglect. To quote Lawrence Durrell, "I return link by link along the iron chains of memory..."

PAX!