Nostalgia's so treacherous. One moment you're lost in a carnival of delights, with poignant childhood aromas, the flashing neon of puberty, all that sentimental candy-floss...
The next, it leads you somewhere you don't want to go...
...Somewhere dark and cold, filled with the damp, ambiguous shapes of thinks you'd hoped were forgotten.
Nostalgia can be a vile, repulsive little brute. Like children, I suppose. HAHA.
But can we live without it? Nostalgia is what our reason is based upon. If we can't face it, we deny reason itself!
Although, why not? We aren't contractually tied down to rationality!
There is no sanity clause!
So when you find yourself locked onto an unpleasant train of hype, heading for the places in your past where the screaming is unbearable, remember there's always Splatoon.
Splatoon is the emergency exit...
The next, it leads you somewhere you don't want to go...
...Somewhere dark and cold, filled with the damp, ambiguous shapes of thinks you'd hoped were forgotten.
Nostalgia can be a vile, repulsive little brute. Like children, I suppose. HAHA.
But can we live without it? Nostalgia is what our reason is based upon. If we can't face it, we deny reason itself!
Although, why not? We aren't contractually tied down to rationality!
There is no sanity clause!
So when you find yourself locked onto an unpleasant train of hype, heading for the places in your past where the screaming is unbearable, remember there's always Splatoon.
Splatoon is the emergency exit...