The past

haunts. I had dreams the other night, so vivid, of my uncle and my writing teacher. The memories were disconcerting and then upsetting the more I thought about them then and me now. They weren't upsetting; they were lovely. The me here without them is upsetting. Sometimes I wish it were this year instead of this year:

U.S. high school students, 1969. pic.twitter.com/LZE0w75YeZ

— History Lovers Club (@historylvrsclub) May 6, 2019