I don’t know. I mean, I want to be his friend, but then again I don’t, you know? I mean, how can you simply be friends with someone when every time you look at them, you’re thinking about how much more you really want?

In Greek, “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound”. It’s a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards and forwards, it takes us to a place where we ache to go again.