Nostalgia. It runs through you body and makes you glow on the outside, like the phosphorescent skin of a gemstone. You remember a time, a scent, a song. The feeling is overwhelming. It pulls you right back there, like a rip, the more you swim away from it the deeper it sucks you under. Nostalgia is a time machine. It blasts you into the past. This is the power of memory. It is the centrepoint from which our entire history detonates. Without it we are nothing but shells, a complex nervous system built as a catalogue for the soul's remembrance.