There is something about the past that is so resolute.
I think nostalgia comes from the certainty of understanding.
It happened and you looked at it and filed it away- like an old postcard, school year book, favorite snippet.
It is now black and white because it is not longer unclear.
It happened.
It was real.
Thursday, May 03, 2012
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