Someone famous once said all nostalgia is denial.
I forget who it was, but the theory gains traction whenever I walk through my primary school, drive past an old flat or thumb through a photo album.
It manifests itself intensely when I visit my old university hostel and look up at a room on the third floor I called mi casa for a year as an 18-year-old.
I'm thinking whoever coined the above phrase meant nostalgia is denial of the present and a longing for the past. Perhaps I'm denying my age and pining for the halcyon days of youth.
I also think of the notion whenever the Napier-Gisborne rail derailment makes headlines.