The Arthralgia Inherent In Nostalgia

My life is very exciting now. Nostalgia for what? It’s like climbing a staircase. I’m on the top of the staircase, I look behind and see the steps. That’s where I was. We’re here right now. Tomorrow, we’ll be someplace else. So why nostalgia?

– Jeanne Moreau

So, there is this photography freak who bought a Nokia 808  phone years ago, and refused to let it go because of the exceptional photography capability of the device.

The attraction to this device, for him, is the shots this device takes, which is good enough (according to him) to rival the best present-day cameraphones.

Good for him.

Now I do not give a hoot about photography, taking selfies, etc, and the salivation over modern wondrous cameraphones with their megapixel counts, has soporific effects on me.

Yawn.

Anyways, this guy lost the phone (claims it was stolen), and is sad immeasurably.

Someone quipped,

So you’ve finally been liberated from that dinosaur of a phone? Sorry about your loss, bit you should actually be thanking the thief for setting you free from that crappy toy .

So maybe you will move on to more modem cameraphones now?.

Beauty is said to be in the eyes of the beholder. He would find it tough getting hold another of this antique any time soon, if ever.

For me, though, this phone, released so many many years ago -is close to useless. Technology has moved on since then. Apart from the camera capability that it astounding, this device is close to worthless (for me), and would be a pain in the hand to use.

Someone agrees, and says,

The funny thing is that the thief may sell the thing for as little as 4,000 Naira. I wouldn’t even pay 2,000 for this toy. Forget the  camera.

This is an archaic phone with zero value.

Imagine trying to compose a text message on that dinosaur with the old T9 method !. That would be the real definition of hell in this modern smartphone era.

Someone else queried,

Don’t you guys know what an Antique is? An antique is priceless. The reason you would see a car made in 1945, a glorified four-wheel motorcycle being sold for humongous sums, and people even scrambling for others on an auction. It is not about the direct utilitarian value, fella.

It is about the nostalgia it evokes!

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Well, nostalgia be damned.

I would only spend money on what I can extract real tangible utility from. Just me.

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