While driving to the golf range to humor my father we’d had a Sirius radio and it’d be on some classic rock station. And honestly at the time I enjoyed it, whatever it was, Hotel California.
And all my siblings would load up my CD player going to and from school. Some ipod nano later.
Walk around the mall where Hot Topic was everything. Food court fried rice, classic Chick-fil-A too with a lot of chains hanging from pockets. Animal Crossing GameCube edition at the GameStop all displayed, lined up with some GameBoys too.
RuneScape booting up and I never understood it but I could talk to my friends in cyan. Got a WoW subscription as the turbo virgin and it was amazing, listening to The Postal Service on radio.
E3 on the G4 channel, with the co-hosts you’ll recognize but never know the name of, just waiting for the ps3 to drop with a Dead Space demo.
Biking around and it’s an Autumn where you actually see the leaves fall and the bark is all bleached out, cars bleached out, looking beyond the window while a CounterStrike deathmatch server loads in. TF2 sometime years later on too. Surfing mod around. I’ll switch in my Vans™ and let’s do another mall loop and go through the tech store and chill out in the massage chairs before an employee kicks you out.
I don’t know, there’s a level in Sonic Adventure Two Battle where it’s a creepy season Knuckle’s map, and that’s what it feels like perusing the Emo Era of the 00s maybe, flip phone still in hand. I can see why Zoomers get obsessed with something like that, because it truly was a carnival.
All gone, but I couldn’t comprehend it, and sometimes when I walk around I remember I guess I am the vestige of such places. That, even though it wasn’t my era, it is something I’ll carry through to my death, and it shows up in everything I do or write.
I can wear the tight black shirt and though I’m never an eye-liner I’ll dye the hair as tribute.
One can hold onto this 00s plane and planes prior, holding a lantern of scattered memory lights, let an orb brighten about Bell Bottom jeans with some Fleetwood Mac.
It isn’t a phase, nothing ever was; it all condenses into this.