There is something so bittersweet about returning to older fandoms for me now. It's like returning home, but the home needs a good sweeping and no one has tended to the garden in a long time.
It's still warm and cozy, despite the subtle draft that now whistles through. Everything is still in place, just with a soft blanket of dust. The pictures of everyone are still hung up, though they no longer provide an accurate reference of the people in them.
It's okay, but it's different from when you first experienced or enjoyed that piece of media. Sort of a graveyard of hyperfixations, but you know it will be alright because a few people still occasionally stop by and leave flowers.



















