The Nostalgic Heartbreak Committee has met in special session and decided we should be more lonely. They saw a smile and decided it should be flattened like a weight on pressed flowers, preserving all these joyful times so they can be pored over for all eternity. They audited everyone's journal's and found too much love, so they decided to revolt against it. Burn the pages and pay your dues, you belong to us now, baby blue. We were wide eyed and naive, but still cynical, so they decided to run with our biggest questions, throw them on screens and televisions so we forget they were ever ours. They made a market for our hearts then bankrupted it, and laughed the whole time.
The committee has recently become a subsidiary of the federal government who made the sweeping decision that all nostalgia must be free of sedition, for it was an obvious threat. It was well researched that deep longing was the overarching theme of every revolution. They decided to take our reminiscence, and replace it with endless indifference, apathy is the tool of the successful after all. We're left with inherited nostalgia now, it's easy to sell the idealistic bygone ages instead of the crushing weight peddled by our poets and painters.
What's left for an abstracted young man to do?! Revel now in the digital realm, devoid of the substance that prevents us from being carefree. It's the roaring twenties all over again, but our dopamine benders have not only become more profitable but made a necessity! Live it up They say, well, grasp eternally to the idea of your joy and pretend that you really feel it, sure is nice. Seize your destiny in all it's unrealized glory and fall listlessly into the chasm of ideals.
In order to aid your ascension, the committee has drawn up a useful guide to live:
-Don't trust poets
-Don't deviate
-Imagine that you love thy neighbor
-Journey only with direction
-Talk less
-Act only in worship
-Don't make any claims of truth
-Deny all responsibility
-Desire only the past
-Hurry