Did You Remember the Milk, and Also That You Must Die?

Memento Moir (photo via Stencil)

I have long labored under an affliction I call persistent nostalgia. It’s not debilitating like a medical condition, but it’s something I have to overcome on a regular basis. I have attachments to things just because they exist, and because I know about them. I long for things, oblivious of other people’s lack of interest.