April 22, 2012.
Mirror Mirror on Stillness’s wall which Sunday is the truest of them all?
Last Sunday I was swimming in the lakes of nostalgia for certain places and this Sunday the present is all I could ever hope for.
Nostalgia, I hope you like the caricature we have created of you, a doodle of escapism framed in fad.
When I am nostalgic about certain places and times, it is without longing to “go back” unless I am desirous of being imaginative and want to go “back in time” to a period in which I was never born or participated. My nostalgia is more an impromptu tribute to all things for which there are no photos or words.
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