QotD: Old magazines

I fell in love with old Life magazines at the Fargo Public Library while in high school, and had a mystical moment when I laid my hands on an actual copy of the first issue of Life. I mean, I touched it. I touched something from 1936. Somehow that was different from shaking hands with your dad. Completely different. So many things in my life have changed since then, but I have the same emotions when I open the old magazines. They're yelling at ghosts. They're talking to someone who isn't there. They're not talking to me. I hear what they're saying, and I want to join the conversation, but they're all dead, and these are just echoes, just wind in the door.

James Lileks, The Bleat, 2007-02-05