One of the ways through which I can recall a past perception of life is to trigger it through mnemonic stimuli. Some elements in the surface reality can trigger up past crests of mine and make me briefly re-experience some very early generations of mine. Quintessences can never be this controlled at my own will, so unfortunately I’m always waiting for it to happen randomly.
As it deals with quintessential stimuli, these are batteries that drain and have to be recharged. So these Delta Stones I’m collecting can’t be used all the time, like songs I listen a lot during the month. Also, this little Iron Man toy I’ve bought that makes me like my 10-year-old me has to be appreciated slowly.
Here the boundaries of the concept of the Delta Falls and Crests start neighboring (and Delta Stones might be its returning quintessence if I’m not careful). But these meeting moments are more unsettling than comforting. After all, unresolved subtleties start bubbling the closer they get.