this thread details a lot of my thoughts on nostalgia. Right now it's tearing me apart and I'm close to trying to deny reality in order to reach that aesthetic resonance thing. I'll come back with a real nostalgic story or two later.

edit: Anchorhead's right. I really haven't experienced anything yet. Just in case anyone was wondering if I ever came to that realization, haha. It took looking at this really long specific reflection about my life I wrote three years ago. Even though those moments I discussed still resonate with me to a certain degree, I get that they're all child's play. And they were from the perspective of a lonely, nostalgic person -- who wanted someone else, a very special person, to know everything about him. When they basically already did. But shit means nothing, even now.

Here's hoping he reads that =p