Ah, intergenerational envy! I think we've all been subject to that impulse now and then. Like paying tribute through ritual can change our fate. Like we can right some cosmic wrong that left us displaced decades or centuries.
Oh, child of the past! Gird yourself with books and records and films. Barricade the way leading your present to your future.
Abandon all hope ye who enter here! For the past is a dream differed, ripe only for those who pluck it with a backwards glance. And the future is grim.