As I look around my mother’s house, the pains of nostalgia grab me. The world has moved by so fast I often feel I havee been left behind. How can this new world of distraction make room for us?

I stumble upon a weathered radio in the corner. Warm feelings of family and love rush back to me. Why can’t it still be like this? Why must life crumble over time like the walls of this dusty house?

I’m the last of a lost generation. All I have left are memories, slowly fading like the music from an old radio.

Published by Caleb James K.

Caleb is a freelance writer, aspiring novelist, and an avid reader. He is the creator of DPW and enjoys editing, as well as helping other writers with their work. When he's not writing or sipping fine whiskey, he can be found at the gym, hiking in the woods, or spending time with his crazy Siberian husky Nitro and wonderful girlfriend Mindy. View all posts by Caleb James K.