Every now and then something will come along that reminds me that in my heart I still am a sentimental old fool. At the moment, that's Dear Photograph, kind of a cheaper version of Postsecret where people take old pictures and hold them in front of the place where they were taken. And then they add a sentence or two. Simple stuff, but it really operates on an intense level of nostalgic sentimentalism, wistfulness for a world long gone really. And it's really quite lovely, even as it yanks at those heartstrings.
Ew. Heartstrings? How gross.