I have been obsessed with the idea of “nostalgia” ever since I could understand the meaning of the word. to me, the grip that the past has on us is such a weird phenomenon. we long for a time we will never get back, and we’re aware of the fact that’s long and gone. however, it is still one of our favorite hobbies. is it an obsession with our youth that makes it an irresistible pastime? is it the rose-colored glasses we wear so effortlessly that make the past seem better than the present? is it a fear of the future that fuels such a wistful sentiment?
the past can be beautiful and light, dark and twisted, confusing and cloudy — and it’s wondrous. there are many elements of childhood and youth that create the person that you are right now. interestingly, those little pieces of your past that contribute to your existence, the very making of you, somehow can relate to an entire generation of other existing beings.
for this issue, I had a strong desire to seek out what nostalgia means for BIPOC. I dedicate this issue to all the black and brown kids of Gen Z (& Zillennials). without your love, support, and vision, we wouldn’t have been able to bring this issue to life. truly grateful. thank you.
love,
keiarra mclean