I don’t belong in 2018. In 1977, I felt like I didn’t belong in 1977, but now I’d belong there, at my current age. Back then, I longed for 20-plus years earlier, knew I belonged in the ’50s even though I’d never experienced the decade. I don’t think there will ever come a time when I’ll look back at the 2000s and think, yeah, I wish I could return to that. There’s nothing nostalgic about this “digital age”. I don’t want to swipe left or right to make it go away. I want to flip a switch to do so.