Right now my brain tries to devour both 80s and 90s pop culture, digest them and turn them into succinct and potent… pods? Capsules with info?

The problem is that those two cultures are incompatible in my head, yet both mean a lot to me. I’m a big aesthetics geek.

It feels like when Alec Steele tried to forge tungsten. It doesn’t work. But I lost control over my thoughts, so I’m kinda bad-tripping/daydreaming without drugs as my brain drags my mind through this tunnel where words have no meaning and walls are made of broken glass and spent syringe needles.

Let it end, but also make it never end, as I’ll lose myself should I be robbed of those weird experiences. Sometimes you want your food spicy, your transmission manual, your bike fixed gear, and your sex bdsm. Just don’t strangle or drown me while playing with me, my dear brain. We need each other to survive.