Once we found out the chemical in our brains that caused nostalgia, there was no going back. It turns out that childhood feelings of freedom and adventure are even more desirable than cocaine fueled rampages or sticking yourself with a needle and drooling. It was wonderful at first. Everyone eating pills to get them that "remember when" feeling. And what a great feeling it was. Looking at the sky on a summer's day and recalling the smells and sounds of being a little child and worrying about what game you would play next. Worrying about if you would get ice cream after dinner. The cares and necessities of life; the bills, the stress, all washed away with recollective scenery. A great feeling indeed. So great it was, that people started living their whole adult lives in a drug-induced nostalgic haze instead of actually living. Now people live their childhoods and teenage years and then spend every waking minute remembering all the good times they just lived and not making new nostalgia for an inevitable future.
And so it went. Instead of inciting a memory with a cue from life and getting a little hint of a simpler, less worrisome time, good memories would get drilled into heads until it was all the head could hold. No longer would a drive in the country remind you of time spent with your mother. No longer would a song from ages ago rekindle a dancing spirit in your body. Memories became the present and everyone forgot to live. At least they were enjoying themselves.
