because Bill Murray
Apparently I’m not the first one in the familiy who lived in Berlin.
Exactly how I feel today.
In Greek, nostalgia literally means the pain from an old wound. It’s a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a space ship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards, forwards. It takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It’s not called The Wheel, it’s called The Carousel. It lets us travel the way a child travels. Round and a round, and back home again. To a place where we know we are loved.
My autumn song… The Be Good Tanyas, “Scattered leaves”.
Don’t you go looking so surprised, baby don’t you look so stunned
Didn’t I tell you that a cold november’d come?
And deliver the leaves from green to red,
To blowing in the wind stone dead.