Paula Creevy

Nostalgia. Sounds like a flower.

And what if it’s a premonition — not something lost?

What if the wash of feeling hooks to a memory or imagined history only as a way of telling us what is, and what is to be? Maybe there is no loss, just things carried forward.

Maybe we’re futuristic.

One thing for sure, nostalgia belongs to Now. It’s a creature made of this, here.

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