The internet has killed my ability to feel nostalgia for any shared culture. Everything I ever experienced growing up is now memorialized in GIF tribute (if not turned into a feature film). I remember the joy that would flash across my dad’s face when he’d see a childhood toy at an antique store. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to have such a moment.

It’s cool though, lol. *SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL* I’ll write about my disconcerting lack of FEELINGS for Thought Catalog.



Hark! A Vagrant vs. Pictures for Sad Children

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