As I walked down the stairs, I heard the familiar melody. He was strumming a recognizable series of chords on the guitar.
I hesitated for a moment as I pulled out my wallet to tap my transit card into the BART. As the chords continued, nostalgia tugged at me. Vague memories of unrequited love, difficult friendships in college, mistakes, successes…all these emotions…flashed before me. In mere seconds.
Then he started singing, “Kaaar…ma police”
Not quite the same as Thom Yorke, so I continued into the station. But I found myself wanting to relive those moments in college again.