The Sironi Method

This Nostalgia is lovesickness, whatever love may be and it is a distant love, left in some corner of a memory, left alone in a solitude that has nothing to do with marginalization or isolation; it is almost always the fruit of an abandonment, an estrangement, a detachment, a separation and that love, passionate?, overwhelming?, tormented?, suddenly disappears, dissolves, eclipses, vanishes like dreams vanish when you wake up morning!

You hear it coming in a silence that is made up of thoughts that one by one begin to dig into your everyday life in search of the missing pieces of your mosaic that you have carefully created throughout your life!

Those missing pieces are the allegory of emptiness and it is in that emptiness that Nostalgia is born, grows, develops, extends… Emptiness becomes everything you no longer have and would like to still have and when you look at that mosaic you realize that the work is unfinished, it’s not finished, and it never will be! There begins Nostalgia and with it the need for regret, the need to have a regret that often mixes with repentance and its most hidden and painful part: displeasure! Those first symptoms, if we can call them that, are more or less hidden clues in what we commonly call melancholy, that state of mind of vague sadness fueled by resigned hesitation, sometimes even pleased in areas of feelings of unease or disappointment...

In ancient times, melancholy was considered “black humor”, one of the four humors generated by the human body to which malefic and often fatal negative influences on vital functions were attributed!

Melancholy uses the brain, Nostalgia the heart!

But then Nostalgia is not satisfied with dealing only with people and places, it goes further and insinuates itself over time, into that succession of moments that make up a whole life! Nostalgia lives on time, feeds on time and never gets old because over time nostalgia can be eternal, timeless, humanly immortal!

Nostalgia tires, fatigues, enervates, exhausts, wears out the thought and never exhausts its exhausting charge!

There is in her a kind of primitive force that collects all the leftovers of a lifetime, leftovers that would have ended up in the dumps of memory and which are still there, in front of your present, ready for the umpteenth time to be eaten, chewed and forever engulfed in guilt!

Alittle light and a little shadow, a little fairy and a little witch, a sentimental narration that prefers the story, the fable, the fairy tale to the novel!

Nostalgia has in itself a discreet and mysterious charm and it is in that enigma, in the “pain of returning”, in an intimacy made up of solitude and distant thoughts that its descriptive power expands and spreads, as if there were a hand of an anonymous writer dedicated to the collection of texts that would have remained in the oblivion of all of us but which in reality, precisely in that oblivion, concern everyone!

All those words transformed into memories, souvenirs, reminiscences, memories and signs of a past that will never pass, are all that Nostalgia tries to keep alive, in our lives, to ensure that none of us can or should forget everything what would have been nice to remember!

Certainly not everything in our memory is worthy of remembering, but when time passes and inexorably goes away, all that remains for us to do is try with all our strength to remember, to have in mind everything that our mind can contain, reliving and going back to certain signals that the heart has never canceled thanks to the rhythm of its beats!

That discreet and mysterious charm that Nostalgia brings with it is a charm that is priceless, because its value is inestimable as much as everything that has been “past!”

In that portion of time in which our memories have piled up, past events, the faces of people even seen only once, loves, failures, hopes, dreams, there is everything we need to know and remember to ensure that memory is not just an allegory of time, but a “return to pain”, the only pain that is not an unpleasant sensory and emotional experience associated with physical or mental damage, but a pain that does not it hurts, it doesn’t hurt, a pain that even though it breaks the heart never breaks the thread of life, it doesn’t tear apart the horizon of existence and that sometimes you even see it dancing in that sad thought that you thought was just a tango, instead it is much more, much more! It’s Nostalgia…