wpc: Nostalgia

the word conjures up feelings for the past. But the past, as they say, is a foreign country—and the borders are now closed. Quite simply: there ain’t no goin’ back.

But still we can feel, and we call those longings nostalgia. So what am I, if not a nostalmatic? Do I suffer from nosteregia? No more than the average old poop … try me—



So, we’ll go no more a roving

So late into the night,

Though the heart be still as loving,

And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,

And the soul wears out the breast

And the heart must pause to breathe,

And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,

And the day returns too soon,

Yet we’ll go no more a-roving

By the light of the moon.

— Byron

The moon can indeed make one nostalgic, especially in warmer times and climes. The nostalgia invoked by an icy full moon on a bitter night is entirely different (but it’s nostalgia, nonetheless).


to any young person bright enough to listen to an old dog — work hard and play hard … and this above all, create nostalgias.

Challenging in a world gone mad, this last is the most important challenge of them all.

Do it~!

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