I long not for the past, but for a future time I have never known.
The good ole days are rehashed myths, aren’t they? Reassuring us that something idyllic has been lost forever. There must be some comfort in this.
My own nostalgia is less about pining an imagined past, more about yearning for an imagined future. Things will be intrinsically better in the far distant future! A few thousand years, that’s what we need. A few thousand years…
How is it going to be? I long to know. I want to go! Hopeful, I am, for my tribe.
I want to see them there.