

The moral of the story is: no rusty banal or shitty memory is banal or shitty enough, for these postmodern kids nowadays to NOT commoditize it as “nostalgia”. EXACTLY like their boomer parents with their own rusty banal or shitty items in their memory bank.
“I look around me, and the horizon seems to be at the same distance everywhere I look, therefore it must be obvious: I am at the center of the Universe.”
Is this LOSS?
Loss of the symmetric crystal structure!