talking about suppressing nostalgia.

there's a short period of my life that i wish i could look back at with nostalgia, but everytime the memories creep up on me, i am forced to push them away. i realize that very soon these memories will fade, and eventually vanish into that little graveyard in my head reserved for things like that.

pity, because even back then, i could already imagine being a wrinkly old man and smiling fondly in reminiscence.

well, some dreams you wake up from and wish you can forget them as soon as possible, simply because you know they aren't real, and there's no way you can ever go back there. in some ways, i resent the waking. in some ways, i am intensely grateful for it.