Earlier this month, Giver gave our dear Hans a chance for introspection. Canopy‘s particular brand of sludge has me feeling similarly wistful. Let’s take a long-winded look at why! Let’s start here: Nostalgia is a pernicious form of make-believe. It’s not so much remembering as it is a way to create an inscrutable, transposable mythology. It forgets as much as it recalls; it grows and shrinks recklessly; it is invention with minimal recollection. It is, on a cultural level, precisely how we’ve gotten into this goddamned mess. On a more personal level, nostalgia operates as an illusory bridge between disparate … Continue reading Not at a Loss for Words: A Review of Canopy’s Humanity Loss