I bought a “Sweet Pea” large jar candle from White Barn Candle Company back in high school. At the time, I’d light it every time I sat down to write…and listen to The Who’s Tommy because Almost Famous said that the lighting a candle and listening to that album would let me see the future. The future held my completed novel.
At this moment in 2017, it is storming like hell outside. I lit two candles just in case the power goes out. One of them is the aforementioned “Sweet Pea” candle. I haven’t lit it a lot in recent memory, but it’s still here.
And it’s finally nearing the end of it’s life.
If scent is the strongest sense tied to memory, then this candle reminds me of some of the crazy shit (at the time they were works of art) that my best friend and I wrote in high school. To be fair, I’m trying to turn one of the crazy things I wrote into an actual thoughtful novel at 29. Most of the rest of our body of literature from the time is in a folder on a USB drive labeled “shit we will laugh about in the retirement home” or lost to the ages because we saved it on floppy discs.