Nostalgia is a hell of a drug. When its effects are most acutely felt, those high on its hallucinogenic properties recall, with varying degrees of ignorance, a history in which problems were fewer and life was simply better. Nostalgia, as a physic, is a Siren, a seduction of half-truths and sometimes downright untruths. The temptation is so strong, its aura is at the basis of political discourse for one modern-day political party in particular, especially strengthening in the last, oh, 10 years or so.
Sentimentality’s draw knows no prisoners, though. Some are more easily beguiled than others, but everyone has bouts of longing, sometimes with fantasy attached.