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anemoia - n. nostalgia for a time you’ve never known
| The desire to wade into the blurred-edge sepia haze that hangs in the air between people who leer stoically into this dusty and dangerous future, whose battered shoes are anchors locked fast in the fantasy that none of it risks turning out any other way but the way it happened.
| at first I was apathetic but then I imagined stepping into a sepia tone pin up and slapping some big ol titties around. what a grand time that would be
| I see you browse the dictionary of obscure sorrows as well.
| Is there a word for the same, except not with time, but with place or experience?
Like, a nostalgia for lush cliffs overlooking sea, that you have never visited. Or for youthful love you never had? Is it just sentiment or romance?
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| Imagine stepping through the frame into a sepia-tinted haze, where you could sit on the side of the road and watch the locals passing by. Who lived and died before any of us arrived here, who sleep in some of the same houses we do, who look up at the same moon, who breathe the same air, feel the same blood in their veins—and live in a completely different world.