At least once in our lives we’ll be stricken with a certain trepidation about how the present matches up with memories of the past. It can be an old flame that’s been rekindled over years; the reunion of a favourite band, the comeback of a sports idol, an attempt of ours to somehow recapture past glories, to see if we still have it. Sometimes lightning can strike again, but more often than not we’re vaguely unsatisfied by version 2.0, and we begin to doubt ourselves. Was the original time around really that good? Are those memories seen through the rose coloured lenses of nostalgia? There’s only one way to find out, though.
AT THE FOOTHILLS OF MADNESS 