I can hear the freeway outside and maybe I will someday look back on it as an evocative memory.

So if there is a word for sad but also interesting in a way that's arresting, it would apply to some  memories I have of when I lived in a house of all male roommates in Virginia, and I had a roommate with a Greek last name who said he was an orphan (because his parents passed away) who dated men and our rooms were right next to each other, and I know one of his dates didn't treat him well and it made him cry and made me feel very depressed, too, and there was just this heavy cloud hanging over the household, at least in that part of the house, but we never spoke of it and one day when the cloud was particularly feeling heavy, he just screamed a****** really loudly, and then it seemed like the heavy cloud feeling started to lift. And this was also when I used to have interesting sonic experiences listening to the band music coming from the high school for gifted and talented students, and their band was actually really good. But also when I was living in that house, I remember there was this one time at night when I felt like somebody I knew was with me, but it was just like their spirit was visiting me there, and I was like, I don't know who this is, but it's somebody I know. So I felt like I needed to remember it because I felt like it was important.