The Winds of The Nostalgia

I gaze at the screen of the computer, while doing that, the memories engulfed by the opioid of the nostalgia flash to my mind, and neurons explode the songs of the 2000s. From My Chemical Romance to Avril Lavigne, I am experiencing a dream, a dream painted with emo pink. I don't have an idea how to describe such a sensation. If I was a talented art person, sure I could have described it more vividly. 

YouTube is the cave I enter to experience a retro-fuelled hysteria. Yes, it is hysteria and shaped by the trauma. I can describe such a trauma later. I have no fucking idea how to 

The constant referentiality of the media and its constructs of it form a perverse kind of joy that disables us to envision a future. We are chained by the movies, by the songs, by the video games and if you strip them off from their illusory properties, what you get is an empty husk that hisses the song of the nothingness. Yeah, we are experiencing the age of nothingness. 

Why did I title this entry "The Winds of The Nostalgia"? The main reason for it is that I was in a state of frenzy when I was listening to Lil Lotus' Girl Next Door. The other reason was the ontology of the wind. It possesses the fluidity of the waves of the ocean while impacting the corporality of the environment. 

I believe I will make more sense later.