Nostalgia is an addictive poison, like alcohol or nicotine. It starts out making you feel warm and fuzzy, but it feeds on you. Eventually it replaces the reality of the past with a sanitized version and blinds you to the promises of a brilliant future.
Today I Built a Chicken Coop
Derek Powazek
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Almost everything you write resonates with me. But this ^ I really needed to have spelled out for me. Thank you.

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