GalleryNostalgia

A pattern of memory (or memorizing) that gazes at times past. The fixation with the past is usually the case, though it is possible in twister-like-lives-that-we-lead to be nostalgic about the future. As a desire which is now past a time when it has an empathic place in our programmes, we steal away and perform nostalgia and beat ourselves for it. This catalog will share personal stories, reflecting full lives, told betraying emotion of experience, loops not left untied, hopes realized in struggle.

Nostalgia is the source of fiction. Like we can be nostalgic about the future, we can be nostalgic about the past that never was. We err equally often to err on the side of the tragic and blissful. We invent trauma and invest bliss, equally as often. For no particular reason than literary pursuit.

For, the trouble has always been, that we are flawed and incomplete characters. A sketch cannot escribe me fully. It is always a slice. Elsewhere you can understand more about the crimes designed into this system. The crimes which get syndicated infrequently and deliver the buzz.

11-10-2012 Misremembering tags: unfulfilled desire time-travel memory

Nothing can be remembered. Remembering is like time-travel, time-travel is impossible. What happens is that you and me go around, and stuff happens and then time passes and we mistakenly feel that that stuff happened to us. I mean, as far as I can fathom, continuity is a fiction we concoct to smooth the bumpy ride through life. We really need to believe this life-story thing. This personal-panorama-in-the-head thing. Else think of the way it would be, we would have to be honest. Faces remain the...

09-11-2012 Education tags: action reminiscence social

The social used to be of a different nature. Agreed. But who will peg a value at what that nature was? Who will reminiscence about it on this fresh day, in this real time. With the fresh stink of the living around you, who will go get stuck in the past. It is difficult, for that past is a black and white movie. As fake as it gets. I think of more things than mourning the arrival of this moment. Of more than being apprehensive of its validity. More than assuming that there is de-sync somewhere. B...