Come today and Nostalgia has too cheap a price on its head. The complexity is gone. The touts sell anything from a quick glimpse of a bygone time, or a whiff of forgotten scent. Even snatches of tunes are fair game. Come tomorrow, nostalgia would have an even cheaper price on its head.
The memories are just around the corner to assault ones senses am told. Why the curling, yellow snapshot, when it can be carried on your palm?
A time, much of 'isms. Art translated into ideals. The reference might elude you, but then, references can be had around the block, around the clock. Bartered for one idea, one ideal, one thought, one advice, and one anecdote. For one reference. For one memory.
Does one miss the complexity of feeling? Not Nostalgia as much as reminiscing. Different as they are, but what with Nostalgia to be had at every turn and corner, and reminiscing just one drink away, the prospects can be worrisome.
With one leg in the past steadfastly secure, the other looking for its foothold in the future, leaves the present quite unclaimed.
Life is easy to complicate. And, memories are incidental.