Nostalgia is poison, but
It doesn't mean what it did
Maybe that's why they say
You can never go back
A right turn on red
A message left unread
The grey interstices between
Sign, signifier, and signified
The indexical trace
Of the presence of another
Footsteps overhead on a creaky floor
The light on under the door
An errant thread
From a piece of clothing
On a towel of another color
The most comforting sign of home
Roy Christopher is an aging BMX and skateboarding zine kid. That’s where he learned to turn events and interviews into pages with staples. He has since written about music, media, and culture for everything from books and blogs to national magazines and academic journals. He holds a Ph.D. in Communication Studies from the University of Texas at Austin, and currently lives in Savannah, Georgia.