Every now and then something will advance along that reminds me that in my heart I still am a sentimental old idiot. At the moment,that's Dear Photograph, kind of a cheaper version of Postsecret where people consume old pictures and hold them in front of the place where they were taken. And then they add a sentence or two. Simple stuff, and but it really operates on an intense level of nostalgic sentimentalism,wistfulness for a world long gone really. And it's really fairly lovely, even as it yanks at those heartstrings.
Ew. Heartstrings? How gross.
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