Rear-view
Nostalgia is a trickster— it plays with retrospect. It's more fun than a whoopee cushion, this softening effect. I don't want to remember the bad things. I just tuck the good in my chest. Why did we part? You won my heart! I hardly remember the rest. Swerve I had a blowout on the freeway. My mind... Sign in to see full entry.