What is it the Greeks said about looking back? Or was it the Germans? Or the Aztecs? Something about how nostalgia is an insurance plan for a crummy future? Maybe they said it better. Regardless of who said it how, I can’t help but get sucked into all of those memories. I want to kiss every single person in every single picture and tell them that it’s good to see them again, let’s sit and catch up. I think this will be ten times worse when my friends begin to die.