Memory

This is anemoia
It's the age of nostalgia, for a time you've never known
Even if you were too young, you were not even there to experience it
The places that exist, on the edge of our memory

It's a certain feeling
It's a kind of longing, not for your own past
But for a version of the past you've pieced together from fragments
It's the age of nostalgia, for a time you've never known
Even if you were too young, you were not even there to experience it
The places that exist, on the edge of our memory