Time travel is not possible. Despite what my repetitious viewing of the Back to the Future trilogy and Donnie Darko may suggest, I believe this to be true. A time, once passed, is gone forever. No matter how hard I wish, I can’t hop in my DeLorean, gun it to 88 mph and shoot back to a simpler time when I was a student, under the comfy financial umbrella of my parents, and had college ahead of me (and with it, the stability of knowing what the fuck I was doing with my life).
But it seems like there might be one slight exception to this rule. They say that scent is the strongest trigger for memory, but I am inclined to disagree. There is nothing – and I mean NOTHING – that can transport you as effectively as a song.