Love Letters to Forgotten Things

Love Letters to Forgotten Things

di Brian Easterling
The First Fight I Lost - The Day I Learned Humiliation Hurts More Than Pain
It wasn’t cinematic. No slow-motion hero moment. Just a flash of fists, dirt in your mouth, and the quiet lesson of what happens when you’re not ready—and no one steps in. In this stark reflection on a childhood fight, Bunny revisits the moment he first learned that pain doesn’t always come with meaning, and strength doesn't always look like victory. A story about humiliation, resilience, and the scars that teach us how to see the world—and ourselves—more clearly.
Clubhaus - Lost Nights in the Alley of Music and Misfits
Hidden down an alley, it was more than a club – it was a secret world of fog machines, eyeliner, clove cigarettes, and fleeting truths. This episode is a love letter to the dance floors and lounges that made us feel like we finally belonged.
The Druid Camp - The Forgotten Forest Camp That Still Calls Me Back
There was no map, no sign, no trail—only a hushed memory passed from tree to tree. We called it the Druid Camp, a hidden pocket of pine and cedar where the air cooled, the light turned green, and time seemed to hold its breath. We built fences from fallen limbs, carved tools from stone and stick, and pretended we lived by sun and firelight instead of clocks and calendars. It wasn’t make-believe—it was a quiet longing for something older, simpler, and true. And then life, as it always does, got louder. Decades have passed, but sometimes, on the right breeze, you can almost hear the camp calling you back.
Harvest Gold — The Cozy Palette That Defined the 1970s
Before the world turned grayscale and sterile, there was the 1970s—where every room felt like a folk song, and every appliance came in chestnut or avocado. In this episode, Bunny takes us on a rich, sensory journey through the cozy color palette that made even new things feel like old friends.
The Harbor - Finding Safety, Memory, and the Courage to Let Go
The harbor has always felt like a place of safety—a spot where rope and wood, mast and chain, water and memory all meet. But sometimes what feels like an anchor is actually a release. In this episode of Love Letters to Forgotten Things, Bunny reflects on the quiet docks where nostalgia keeps us tied, and how every memory—every love letter—is both a keepsake and a farewell. This isn’t just about boats or harbors. It’s about all the places we hold onto too tightly, the rituals we mistake for permanence, and the moment we realize that remembering is also a way of letting go. If you’ve ever felt caught between staying tethered to the past and drifting toward the unknown, this episode is for you. Love Letters to Forgotten Things is a podcast about memory, love, and the forgotten objects and rituals that shaped us.
Nights We Lied - The Midnight Lies That Made Us Free
We weren’t lying. We were becoming. Tracks, gravestones, and the sacred buzz of a night we never gave back.
Unraveling - The Friendships That End Without Closure
Some friendships don’t explode—they just dissolve. No betrayal. No fight. Just a slow fade into silence. This is for the ones who left quietly, and the memories that still speak loud.
First Action Movie - The Double Feature Was the Film and My Father
Before we understood plot twists or box office records, we sat in the glow of something enormous—next to someone who knew what it meant. This is a tribute to that first cinematic thunderclap. The popcorn. The whip. The grin from your dad when he knew it was hitting you too. A love letter to the moment the movies became real.
Time Capsule - Holding On to What Time Won’t Let Us Keep
What do we hope to preserve when we bury the past? In this episode of Love Letters to Forgotten Things, Bunny recalls the day he sealed grief inside a homemade time capsule—believing memory, love, and loss could be frozen in the earth until the future was ready. But time had other plans. Boxes collapse, paper fades, and even the most sacred keepsakes surrender to soil. What remains is never the treasure chest we imagine, but something smaller, more fragile: a drawing, a photograph, a clipping. Proof not of permanence, but of impermanence—of how memory itself resists preservation. This isn’t just about a box buried in the woods. It’s about the rituals we create to hold onto the people we’ve lost, and the bittersweet truth that memory is always shifting, never fixed. If you’ve ever wished you could keep something—or someone—untouched by time, this reflection is for you. Love Letters to Forgotten Things is a podcast about memory, love, and the fragile objects and rituals that keep the past alive.
Coffee Houses - Jazz, Notebooks, and the Corner Booth That Changed Everything
Some places don’t just serve drinks—they serve turning points. A candlelit dive, a plate of tabbouleh, and a jazz riff that never quite resolves. This is a story about a booth, a moment, and the kind of love that steps out of the smoke when you least expect it.
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