We are our Stories

Excerpt from The Nostalgic Future Photo: Joonas kääriäinen It is pitch dark and completely silent. I see that I am wide awake . I have...

Excerpt from Chapter Five ofThe Nostalgic Future In July, the sun became my best friend. I remember having been a sun worshipper as a teenager, like most teenagers from Gen X, before we learned to fear Nature, but as an adult I had forgotten its allure. We had all been taught to evade the sun instead of revere it, but somehow this propaganda against the sun wasn’t quite ingested properly by my generation’s collective intuition. We had been fed some plastic, phony thing and ha