A case of anemoia

The Sunday Dreads Vol. 37

*sighs heavily*

Kids today.

They have the world at their fingertips. They are living in a future we only imagined in sci-fi movies. And mine are obsessed with the past. The olden days. The — and this one hurts — 1900s.

“Tell me about when you were a kid,” they’ll ask at bedtime, or while we’re driving to a warehouse filled with trampolines, and I’ll regal…