Increasingly frequently, I find myself submerged in overwhelming nostalgia.
My YouTube feed is full of reviews of ZX Spectrum games, people painting Warhammer miniatures, obscure histories of comic books, retrospectives of musicians and genres that haven't been big in the last three decades or more. I re-read books that I first read as a teenager. I read about games I haven't played since last century.
I'm not sure whether it's just me; maybe I'm having some sort of mid-life crisis where, instead of recapturing my youth by buying a sportscar or a hairpiece, I instead buy Tintin collectibles.
Or perhaps the internet is deliberately pushing this kind of content at me because it knows that nostalgia is the best way to keep Gen X sedated.