Welcome to the Melbourne Community Daily Discussion Thread.
True. There’s no chance of recapturing that moment at all. Only some weird simulacra (which, if pulled off right would create its own moment). But gods! To go back to some of those exact moments. Even the painful ones that, so many years removed seem somewhat trivial yet the scars are still there.
What’s interesting is that it’s a box of stuff from before I was married, and yet I’ve still managed to add things over time from when my wife and I were together. Old student cards and metcards with notes written on them and cheap bracelets… So even if the box itself was a time capsule of a personal bygone era, there’s been a time leak? It’s kind of cool.
It absolutely is. I ended up digging through old photos looking for something the other day and it was… weird. A bitter sweet melancholy. Doing a lot of thinking like that these days. Everythings changed so much.
Bitter sweet melancholy is the perfect undertone for it - it’s weird, huh? I often reminisce and it’s a combination of longing, chances gone, friendships lost, friendships forged, love (and hate), and so much more. I wonder why we gravitate towards those types of memories so often. And yeah, I’m like you bud, been thinking a lot like that these days. Hence why I dug up the old nostalgia box.
I was at a mates kids birthday party over the weekend. Saw some old friends in a very different light. Walked away feeling a bit… i dunno, confused? I dont think they even are my mates any more. They were chatting away complaining and I’m sitting there thinking, 1 I cant relate, and 2, tbh I dont care! Like I wish I did, but I dont know you any more. You havnt asked how I’m doing, and now its all just… weird…
these are people I saw almost every weekend in my 20s. and now its… odd.
