A symphony of raindrops serenading a slated roof with a gentle drip... Warm laughter echoes with the resonance of ha ha ha... The slush beneath bears the hues of a bygone era, smash smash... Nostalgia.... that elusive thread weaving through the fabric of time... Is it a universal whisper, an echo of disappointment, fear, love, or joy, that resonates within us all? Is it a mere collection of moments or an immutable force connecting all the parts of our existence? How to deal with your past and not drown in it? Nostalgia... Past and nothing else, right?