From longing to be grown-up, older, the unbearable fear of missing out, to tripping to wishing to relive that youth, live our best lives, no doubt. Nostalgia, good, bad, can never be indifferent. There must have been a perfect time. Perhaps just a fraction of a second, a moment of clarity, contentment. Something that passes unnoticed. Like all of those things consigned to oblivion, you swore you would never forget.
Discussion about this post
No posts