I think I went to school with a few of those kids, actually.

Charlie? Not sure. What’s he…

Oh, with like the tweed vests, and stuff?

Right. Uh, retrofitted grandpa glasses from the thrift store?

Rat tail, NPR tattoo?

Librarycore? Really?

No, back then he hadn’t hit that scene yet.

I guess we were more, like, fair-trade-gaze.

That’s when I was carrying around a typewriter, my harmonica, and a ceramic Garfield mug everywhere on a bungee cord.

Yeah, it was alright, but now it’s, like, this thing.

It’s like, every day you see someone else getting Chiapas blend pumped into their vintage Ziggy mug–which they probably got at American Apparel anyway–and it’s just this great big self-referential vortex or something.

I guess now I’m sort of between this post-boho-brunchwave vibe and this occupy-wall-street-tentstep thing.

Yeah, not quite like vegan-drinking-wine-and-watching-80’s-fantasy-movie-gaze, but I guess it’s related.

Right, like, dumpsterdiving at Whole Foods obviously but also, you know, about local business sustainability and congressional accountability.

Um, a lot of Charles Bukowski, crust-punk socks–but not that whole depression-era-hobo-circushouse thing. Fuck that.

Um, like, 1970’s Philadelphia Flyer hair.

And a whole lot of craft cheese appreciation. This right here is a Stilton from a totally chill Steely-Dan-farmer-guy from the market.

Yeah, totally favoriteunclecore.