La nostalgia es, por definición, ahistórica. Convierte los cambios de la historia en una mera atmósfera. Una mujer de 1770 no creía estar viviendo en una idílica era de velas y estampados de algodón. Creía que vivía un presente duro, ruidoso y marcado por la muerte.
A paso lento, como bostezando, como quien besa al barrio al irlo pisando, como quien sabe que cuenta con la tarde entera sin nada más que hacer que acariciar aceras.
🔙 | 23 years ago today, a teenage Taylor Swift wrote in her diary about wanting a music career “so bad”
Diary Entry Transcript: “Oh I was such a b**** today! When mom picked me up, she was late again because she thought I had Varsity Singers. I was nasty to everybody!! Oh, I tried to practice my songs for Nashville, but I completely psyched myself out and broke down crying. I don’t know if I can do this. I want it so bad but I get so scared of what might not happen! When I miss notes, I dive bomb and the whole thing goes crashing down. I just have to breathe in…and breathe out…breathe in…relax, Nashville is not going to kill me… I can handle it. I’m okay. I’ll be fine. I’m young. I’m talented. They’ll see it in me. I’ll be okay. I’ve got to hang on. Can’t worry. I’m only thirteen. I’m allowed to make mistakes right? Oh, this is a lot to handle.”