And suddenly I feel nostalgic for 1993, and the "mosquito-ravaged/dodgy-oversexed-limpin
I hate nostalgia. Books talk of it with fondness. In fact, I remember the definition of it I was given at school: looking back on the past with fondness. Fondness?
Bullshit. Nostalgia tugs at your heart precisely because it reminds you that you are not as far away from death as you used to be. But I remember experiencing my first twinge of nostalgia when I was 19 years old - it was a few months before Taiwan - and I was reminiscing about kids' TV shows of the early 1980s. Nineteen for God's sake! So young, and yet feeling so old...
So are we as a species doomed to feel more and more nostalgic, more and more often, as the years go by? I wonder if there's an avoidance system I can use, so I can focus solely on the future, whatever is left of it.
Oh look, the CD's moved on to my favourite Bjork song.