Dear nostalgy,
Your artifacts are a broken time machine to the past.
Old commercial / sound / shop
is a game cheat code on which I can experience something that is long gone.
I tend to remember more things from my childhood and teenage years than what happened last week. But memory is a tricky that way, how much can I trust the situation really happened or does my mind mess two completely different memories together? There are things I remember being the most amazing and now they are just flavorless. The candy I loved as a kid tastes wrong. Music I used to listen feels uninspiring. Yeah, sense of taste changes when you get older but still. Nostalgia reflects something about me that I am not ready to face yet. The thought that time is running out ticks the back of my mind all the time now. Now life is full of paying bills and taking care of your aging parents like they took care of you. I try to garner things that gives me a strong engram, that ground me on something permanent.
When I went so fast on the swing that the legs of the swing seemed to come off the ground.
When I accelerated downhill on the bike and took my feet off the pedals. Where did that feeling of immortality go?
On the motorway I push the gas pedal, I try to catch a glimpse of past times. I scream on the top of my lungs until it's time to stop. The strong feeling is long gone.
I truly hate you nostalgy.
Sincerely,
Me.