Nostalgia on demand

Streaming memories in the experience machine

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  • Published 20240206
  • ISBN: 978-1-922212-92-4
  • Extent: 204pp
  • Paperback, ePub, PDF, Kindle compatible

Man is in love and loves what vanishes,
What more is there to say?

– WB Yeats, ‘Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen’

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