being nostalgic is a weird feeling, it’s like you’ve been transported into a different time. even if it’s just a smell of grandma’s rice pudding that you haven’t smelt since you were seven years old. or the colours of a old mural you used to have. it literally doesn’t matter what it is. sometimes you don’t even know where it’s coming from, but it’s there, hiding behind the veil of our senses. but when you do know, oh, when you do know. that’s when it really feels like you’re reliving your childhood. well, it’s the closest we’re going to get to time travel, may as well enjoy it.