Decided to listen to U2's The Unforgettable Fire this morning at work, which is an album my Scottish uncle gave me on cassette in the late 80s because, he said, it was better than the albums they were getting famous with: Joshua Tree, and Rattle & Hum.
And out of nowhere, the distinct sharp memory of laying in bed reading X-Men comics.
The two are entangled in 30 year-old memories. An interesting synaptic ambush.