Scrolling through old photos to put together banners for the site, there are a lot of old photos. In my Google acct. there are thousands, on my phone as well.
I come to the old photos, Son, as a child, well dressed, on my shoulders, baby photos. And the Daughter, cute as ever, and old unrecognizable photos of myself, ...
I have to stop, the time flies and just looking at the photos make years pass. I'm gone in mind for weeks, and when I get back to the present I find only a few short minutes have past.
I have a fear of Nostalgia, of old people that live forever in the "good old days". When you start looking back the void is quick to rise up in front of you...
The same with Music. I generally despise the music of my youth, not because it was bad, but because it was overplayed, hundreds, thousands of times over, stripping it of it's freshness, novelty, associations, because it's become the background music to a generation of old bikers and hippies...
That said, I've been listening to Fludd - Cousin Mary, which seems to strike a chord. From here to Led Zeppelin's "House of the Holy", - The Rain Song, followed by Over the Hills and Far Away, and finish with The Ocean, which I don't like so much as admire the way they lightly introduce the drumming and riffs to be found later in Fool in the Rain.
This is of course gold for YouTube, they begin feeding me all sorts of old music, and I hate this, living in the past, and so I switch up and listen to some Michael Kiwanuka - Love & Hate & Cold Little Heart, still in the past, but not so far.
I need to find some contemporary sources for music, these mixes, they're good once in a blue moon, but only once in a blue moon.
It's the same with Facebook, reinforcing what you like, dating you, any chance looks back, clicks on comics you might remember, and it's quick to reinforce it with more, keeps you mired in the old and stale times of yore, confirming all of your worst boomer prejudices...
Although I've been rather off Facebook later, I never was on it for more than the infinite scroll of inanity, and I think I've reached my limit.
But now is the time, in age, to ignore the past, keep walking away from it, ignore it or at best check it in the rearview mirror, or you'll become stalled and stagnant, this probably kills as many people as the broken hip or short falls on slight stairs..