I’ve always enjoyed things that are Obsolete. For some odd reason, so many people seem to think living in the past is a bad thing. I, however, have made quite a way of life out of it. The grass is always greener on a previous side.
There’s something so fabulously interesting about people, places, time frames, or anything else from an earlier era. It’s kind of like a Garden Of Eden.ish thing. It’s part of the way mankind is put together. Each of us has a tendency toward romanticizing some other set of circumstances. Eventually, as I’ve gotten very much older, I’ve come to understand that it’s all just a kind of mere daydreaming and fantasizing. The past is only interesting precisely because it’s irrevocably in the past. The instant it comes back, it loses all its charm.