Things That Arouse a Fond Memory of the Past

I'm a very organized person, borderline anal perhaps, and I've always been a list-er of sorts: I have my shopping list, my wish list, my to-do list, my "places I've been" list, and so on. But ever since I read The Pillow Book, by Sei Shonagon, I've been even more obsessed with lists. Not just any lists, though— Sei's lists are special. They're on topics both rudimentary and idiosyncratic, and are often extremely poetic in their simplicity: Different Ways of Speaking. Depressing Things. Hateful Things. Things That Make One's Heart Beat Faster.

Here's my version of one her lists...

Things That Arouse a Fond Memory of the Past

An old song, maybe not even very good, but it was played a hundred times a day.
A pair of well-worn black 20-eye Doc Martens.
An old lithograph with an endearing inscription from one's love.
Triple-cream brie, and water crackers. And candlelight.
The scent of an Indian incense.
The memory of warm skin.