it makes me a little bit sad that gameboys and other lo-bit video-game systems had their time. all the people who grew up with them, they’re all the people who will have grown up with them. the age range is set, stuck, all it will ever be. a certain specific aesthetic world that nobody in the future will understand. will there be new chiptune artists 70 years from now? will old videogames be a meaningful referent for people? do all aging people feel this, this loss of worlds heralded by the turning of generations?
This just made me celebrate the recovery of all my old systems that much sweeter. I’m going to get off the internet and play Super Mario World.
People love watching and reading about dystopias and rebellions, but when it happens in real life suddenly those people are demonizing the resistance and championing the oppressors as the protectors of society.
So I just learned that once again, for the fourth time, I have to move. Two years in new york and four moves.
So, if any of you know any moderately wealthy non-citizens that really want to live in the united states and get a wife I am now on the market for a marriage and partnership for the purposes of mutual living arrangements that work.
My drug dealer is a better friend to me than half my friends and that’s frustrating because when I go to his house now 99% of the time I’m just hanging out with him and all my friends think I’ve got a coke problem again lol.
I mean like I don’t go knocking down dead dude’s doors all the time but everybody like “YES EGON SCHIELE SO INSPIRING SO GOOD SO GREAT” but like the dude repeatedly got chased out of towns and cities for fucking children and everybody is just like *standing ovation*