Last track I'll be messing with on Reaper for a while... My mind has been reflecting subconsciously on the past. Memories I thought were gone are revealing themselves in chronological order. The idiom "My life is flashing before my eyes" seems to be true, yet I am not dying. Days speak months of time. Nostalgia ever-present, I'm losing it. Is this it? "This is what it's like when a species prepares to depart for the stars." More