I'm stuck in the tardis

Walking down twisted lanes of memories that have a magnetic pull on you.
Smells flood your senses, reality shimmers in front of you.
And there you are seeing one of the twisted lanes of memory before you.
Every detail is clear in your mind, from the time of day to the weather.
Caught up in a moment from the past. Feeling all the old hurts and emotions.
Being in a place you thought you'd forget.
But as always the twisting paths and lanes of memories hold those moments, distilled in time.
Waiting for something to trigger that memory and for it to pour it
You face things you do not wish to.
And then as soon as it has begun, the memory starts to fade and the reality slowly starts to focus. Sometimes you may find yourself in bed or just about to walk out in front of a bus.
But the trace of the memory is there for days on end. You become caught up in the past. But then like all memories it goes back into it's bottle along with all the other memories.
And you once again set out on those difficult lanes of memory, that twist and turn before you. Unsure you take a few steps in what you hope is the right direction. Always the shadow follows hoping to snare you with memories.
Kevin Paul Taphouse.

If you ever wonder what total recall is like, that may give you some idea.