Barefoot on Baker Streetᴿᵒˡᵉ ᴾˡᵃʸ. That's the nature of memories (№ 435528)

Such is the nature of memories. They are like tiny sharp pins that hurt you when you least expect it: the simplest sign - a cue, a gesture, a visual element - can become a trigger, because of which, once endured, this humiliation, this monster of past indignation and discomfort, takes on a universal scale and begins to obscure the horizon.