» Thu May 03, 2012 7:57 pm
The Hipster.
People. People never get you. Since the dawn of human kind, no one has truly understood. They shunned you in every aspect from clothes, to music, to simple indie movies. In the year 2293 after 20 years of alienation, the hedonistic nature of the mainstream could sustain itself no longer. Your life was plunged int an abyss of plaid and thick rims. But it was not, as some had predicted, just a phase. Instead, this stage was simply the prologue to another obscure chapter of American subculture. For the mainstream had succeeded in selling out - but people, people never get you. In the early days, thousands were spared the horrors of the popular opinion by taking refuge in commerce centers such as record stores. But when they emerged, they had only the hell of the mundane to greet them - except for all those protected with scarves and courier bags. For on the fateful day, when shallow music flooded the streets, your netflix subscription ran out... and was never renewed. It was here you lived your life. It is here you will die. Because within the underground scene, no one knows how deep you are, and no one ever understands.