Memory and Nostalgia, What fragile, bittersweet sensations that can flood us with dormant emotions that we thought we had long abandoned. Rummaging through old things, I found an innocuous item. A small string of fairy lights, A yellowing warm tone when lit. Small trinkets of the past hold power and sentiment that, within one ineluctable moment, bring us back to what we have lost. Last summer, these lights were in a mason jar Lighting up tables at my friend’s wedding, He was an old manager from work. I invited a dear friend as my plus one. A friend who I’ve…
