I wore out those blue and pink cd’s in my Discman, riding my bike around the neighborhood at night as a 14 year old. I will never forget the sublime peace I felt listening to that album, alone in the quiet comfort of my neighborhood shopping center, in the dark, my imagination learning to grow through the sound and messages of those songs. Perhaps I will never again feel so free or limitless, or perhaps this memory will remind me of how I can feel that way again.