I get nostalgic for the stupid little things, like this wireless mouse I’ve had for six years that finally started glitching. I was finally forced to switch it out and while the computer seems to be working much better… I don’t like getting rid of things that I’ve had so long.
It’s probably why I still use the blanket my grandfather made me when I was seven, and why I still have the armchair my parents got as a wedding present. These old familiar things have come so far with me.
Au revoir, mon ami.