reminiscing in roundabouts

wispy, fleeting, ephemeral, and everything that still could be.

nostalgia… for nostalgia.

hi alice, how’s it through the looking glass?

what do we mean when we say “us”?

maybe it’s the nothingness between times?

is it a feeling? an ability? a feeling for an ability opposite to what we know it as?

it’s nostalgia, but were we really happy?

probably the world’s most famous font, aka are /you/ the person nostalgic for it?

what if your nostalgia is not for something significant?

nostalgia was homesickness. what if you’re not homesick?