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Day 99 - Nostalgia
The last T-shirt I bought in London was of Siouxsie and the Banshees in Camden market, for an 80s work party. I haven’t worn it since.
Old friends from university reminisce on WhatsApp: remember our residence hall? Remember the first time we met? Their main memory of me: sad eyes.
Every conversation with my mother is a recollection from the distant past. Her happy childhood, the freedom she felt owning a car. ‘When it was a grey day like today, I liked inviting my girlfriends to go to the cinema.’
How will you remember 2020? The pandemic? Better choose well.
Old friends from university reminisce on WhatsApp: remember our residence hall? Remember the first time we met? Their main memory of me: sad eyes.
Every conversation with my mother is a recollection from the distant past. Her happy childhood, the freedom she felt owning a car. ‘When it was a grey day like today, I liked inviting my girlfriends to go to the cinema.’
How will you remember 2020? The pandemic? Better choose well.