October 4, 2007

My nostalgic trip began on the #57 bus after work coming home while reading the opening (and disturbing) chapters of Guanlong Cao's memoir The Attic. I perchance ran into David Larsen on a bicycle where the #13 bus dropped me off, disrupting this indulgent nostalgia and throwing me into the now. The now. But when he left and I walked into Walgreen's, the now left too.

Nostalgia, of course, is a fake emotion. But isn't it great? The past's mythologizing. That time I did that thing on that street corner. Isn't it better now, more meaningful now, than 20 years in the past when it happened and 20 people saw it? The important stamp the event has now, it never had at the time.