In the modern, superficial, forever-online world that always wants to sell you something, nostalgic tech is a rare breed: it is offline, it is permanent, and it is plain. Nostalgic devices are not simply reliable machines or shiny baubles in the consumer rat race.
Every single day we create new memories. And in doing so, we subconsciously intertwine specific experiences with our surroundings.
Last August, exactly two years after my parents moved to Texas, my boyfriend, Jack, held my hand while I wept outside of my childhood home and wiped snot on my sleeve. I grew up in a small colonial house on a sleepy suburban street in Maryland. A huge oak tree blanketed the front yard in…
