Hard to resist a top down ride home in the smart
Nostalgia. It’s delicate… but potent. Teddy told me that in Greek, “nostalgia” literally means, “the pain from an old wound”. It’s a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship. It’s a time machine. It goes backwards, forwards. It takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It’s not called the Wheel. It’s called a Carousel. It lets us travel the way a child travels. Around and around, and back home again… to a place where we know we are loved.
Oli, Matt and I had a little reunion of sorts on Wednesday, taking a picnic and our cameras with us for a wander round Virginia Water. As well as taking some pretty pictures, we each polished off a 2 litre bottle of high quality Tesco branded cider, I got attacked by some geese for having the temerity to feed them some bread, then we wandered home, had some more to drink, got a pizza, watched Superbad and Oli climbed on our recycling bin.
Despite looking a knob with his old film SLR, I can’t wait to see what Oli’s shots look like when they get developed.