my hair clip: (isn't in the place I thought it was)

me: There was a hair clip here. It's gone now. (rotates in place, then sets off at a slow jog back towards the hallway)

there's an irony to reviving a story about loss and grief in the name of nostalgia while altering its execution to satisfy a modern gaming palate. it's like telling zoomers about how much the 90s ruled because of how it makes you feel to remember it. nostalgia is grief, nostalgia is bargaining; maybe you can experience that feeling again if you only say the correct words, perform the correct ritual. but you can't. you can't live in the 90s again, and james can't un-confront pyramid head, and you can't play silent hill 2 for the first time again