Sometimes I feel like an archetype. Not usually, but very occasionally it will hit me. An isolated incident, or rather, a semi-isolated moment in time.
A placement: I’m in Birch. I’m in a college dorm. I am with a hipster from my era. We are “hanging out”. Sitting around. Listening to music. Selected songs, he’s having me hear. The aging youth, the student slacker, students well beyond our student years- for different reasons. But, both still stuck in time. Stuck somewhere in the 90s. Alternative grunge. Computers and rock music and obscure film. A captured moment of the Zeitgeist.