Nostalgic memories score significantly higher on personal agency than everyday memories do.

The nostalgia epidemic may signal that your daily experience is increasingly being authored for you.

Anemoia, or nostalgia for a time you never lived, may reflect a longing for self-authored experience itself.

Decoding what's underneath a nostalgic pang can reveal what's actually missing in your present life.

I was zooming through the airport the other day when I saw a kid, maybe 19 or 20, wearing the exact pair of wide-leg baggy jeans I wore in 1993. I'd bought mine at a rundown suburban mall in Northern California because I thought they made me look like a guy who knew about skateboards and esoteric music. Seeing them on this kid more than 30 years later braced me for the oh-my-god-I'm-old feeling that comes with watching your youth show up in someone else's closet.

But that wasn't what happened. What it felt like was closer to recognition, except I couldn't figure out exactly what I was recognizing. I definitely do not want those pants back, and I don't particularly miss 1994, which I mostly remember as a time of crippling insecurity. The feeling was for something underneath the pants, some quality of experience I could suddenly feel the absence of—like the way you walk into a room and know something has been moved even though you can't say what.

I've been kicking this feeling over for weeks, partly because I keep seeing versions of it everywhere. The internet has decided that 2026 is the new 2016. There's even a full Wikipedia page devoted to it!

Then there's the sumptuous word anemoia, coined by the writer John Koenig, for the experience of feeling nostalgic for a time you never lived through. Millions of young people have seized on it recently because it names an ache they've been harboring without language to anchor it. They're buying film cameras, joining phone-free social clubs, building entire identities around decades that ended before they were born.

The usual explanation—that nostalgia is comfort food we reach for when the present gets hard—is true enough, and decades of research backs it up. But it doesn't account for what I felt as I sprinted toward my boarding gate. That feeling wasn't warm and fuzzy the way nostalgia is supposed to be. It felt pointed, like my mind was trying to get my attention about something I hadn't noticed going missing.

Now I think I understand what's going on here.

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