True nostalgia
is an ephemeral composition
of disjointed memories.-Florence King
Not the best photo ever, but I like it, because the color of this fly’s skin makes me wax nostalgic about the carnivals of my youth.
Specifically, the motorcycle merry-go-round; very specifically, the green-blue motorcycle, which was my favorite, with polyester seats the very color of this fly.
this picture by scottobear
Seeing the variations of green with its flecks of gold, I can actually smell the popcorn, I can feel the polyester of the seat, I can hear the far-off screams of those on the Zipper or the Ring of Fire.
Funny, the roller-coaster ride that is memory.
Incomprehensible, the level of detail and beauty given to the tiniest things.
How lucky we are, to live in such a world.
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