Nostalgia feels like a strain on the heart, a tug backwards or a pull to a standstill. It’s a weakness of ageing, this searching for something essential in our grown-up selves through old things, curating and collecting them to show people what we are about, and to remind us of our youthful dreams and longing for divergence. But when we are young and uncluttered by social and cultural conventions, these things have no meaning. They’re just stuff to enjoy and use on our way to something else. What sane child would wrap a magazine, toy or record for storage? You’re preserving yourself for future generations in that shrink-wrapped loot box. There’s no need. You’ve aged but you’ve remained the same, neither wise with years nor young and carefree, just you. You never felt gown up because you never reached your future self. All these old things do is take you back to a time when you never envisaged nor dreamt of becoming the person you are now. You never changed.
When I saw these pictures of a mid-Century pyjama party I thought of the past that never goes away. Is that you in these photos? Does it feels like just yesterday you were larking about? Is it more than you can stand to look?
Via: Square America