Music from vinyl, photos from film, letters from your love and food from the ground. Talking, not instant messaging. Paper and ink, not the glare of a screen. Minus ten degrees in winter, not plus ten. Are you seeing the stars at night? Or is it just an orange glow? Digital versus analogue. A million channels versus three. Owning your personal belongings versus your personal belongings owning you, swallowing a mouthful of selective serotonin re-uptake inhibitors versus talking about it with someone who cares.
Old fashioned is just better, Frightened Rabbit said it best. If you want me I'll be outside, wrapped up warm, gazing at the sky and dreaming of a better time.