kakstalgia
the pain of remembering that one crumbly white dog kak that only your generation had to suffer through, and no one else gets
I had to eat that white dog kak for lunch every day. It was like eating a piece of chalk that was sad.
My brother used to hit me with that white dog kak. It was like being attacked by a sad cookie.
I still have nightmares about that white dog kak. It haunts me.