Father Time Killed the Atari Dream


seventies, eighties
people living stonewashed dreams
when clouds were true clouds

ten-speeds were rockets
fences became Camelot
a magical time

Mork and Atari
now shadows in a Smart Facade—
a Land truly Lost

I grew up in the 70s and 80s. And if there's anything I strongly cling to from that era, it's the magic that was created by Mork and Mindy, outrageous visual expression, and the adventure associated with playing and pretending outdoors {to name just a few examples}. That, of course, is in direct contrast to the contemporary crutch of text messages, Facebook, and mobile games .. .again, to name a few.

There are other elements from that time that I happily remember, but in general it saddens me to think about the loss of that era. What's worse is the notion that what made the era so great is quite possibly gone forever.

And therein lies the struggle of nostalgia. Happiness and sadness, engaged in a constant tug of war that can never truly be won.

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