Generational longing.

Our generation holds onto the things of our parents generation because when we are their age everything will be digital and high definition.

We do it because we long for those simpler times. For a time when an unlocked front door brought with it no suspicion or doubt; fear, angst, anxiety.

For a time when pictures were naturally sepia and when the 4th of July meant something to a neighborhood.

We live in a place where we cut ourselves off from the world with tiny white ear-buds and personal playlists. A place where a screen has replaced a face and where icons replace rope swings.

I want to go back to that time when people living four doors down would know my last name. I want the reality of ten television channels and stories on the radio. I long for that time when dresses were mother made.

Let's go to that place where apple pies sit on unlocked window sills and where the term 'predator' refers to a sahara hardened Lion.

When can we leave?

When can we stop living through the photographs that we find in our parents closets; tucked away in shoe boxes?

When is that time? When does that come?