It’s a snatch or a snippet, a captured fragment, a line or two, or maybe a bit more, from a cultural reference point that stays in your head, that keeps bubbling up, accompanying your day.
It’s part of the language of your landscape that stays in your mind, whether it’s one single line, a couplet or maybe a whole verse, from a poem or song, or a part of a speech from a play, or a quote from a book, or something you heard somebody say, that won’t let you go.
Sometimes it won’t involve what we call language in the everyday. It could be purely a musical phrase that plays on your time, on a loop that follows you through day and night.
