So there is zero sentimentality in my writing and this has been so for a very long time. Sentimentality seems to be an escape , searching for a kind feeling brought about by pleasurabe memories....a stagnation spiritually in times of emergencies. Or a quick bandaid, like masturbation might help here and there until you realize meditation is the best in both cases over the long run. Sentimentality is a sweet poison - it stops us from truly living again.And moving towards the path while opening our heart to the new, the real, the truth. My only vague nostalgia left is for the city of Montreal and its streets in the winter nights, coming back from walking Jerry. Or walking in the ice storm of 1997. The beer we can buy in depanneur or corner store. It is the air of Montreal at night that is my favourite city forever I have ever known, although Granada was much loved, in Spain.