And I guess I like that old fashioned vibe because it reminds me that there once was a time of simplicity. That young love. Those picket white fences, where men still asked girl's fathers for their hand. Those songs that you now only hear at a rundown bar by the corner. I wanted to believe that those times could come back around, where you still slow dance with someone and have them walk you home. I keep a record player in my room to remind me that we should appreciate those times. I wasn't around then, only my favorite authors were, and I thank them for their novelty and chosen words. How even language changes astounds me. I was reading this anthropologist's essay, and one thing that struck me was how nostalgia use to mean missing a certain place and now it means to miss a time period in your life. And I just keep thinking, it's so wildly weird but amazing how things change. People. Music. Dance. Words. Cinema. Photography. Fashion. Love. Everything.