Thrive with Me

gang of youths | achilles, come down (slowed) 

Achilles, Achilles, Achilles, come down Won’t you get up off, get up off the roof? You’re scaring us and all of us, some of us love you Achilles, it’s not much but there’s proof You crazy-assed cosmonaut, remember your virtue Redemption lies plainly in truth Just humour us, Achilles, Achilles, come down Won’t you get up off, get up off the roof? 

He didn’t. He was making an observation of the surveillance state that already existed in his present, and exaggerated it to make the metaphor obvious.

Learning and discussing these works in terms of them being predictions and having test questions like “do you think his prediction came true?” is not only pointless, but actively counterintuitive. When you frame these works as being ‘people from the past knew that the future would be terrible’ you shift the entire perspective to one of some kind of nostalgia for a past that didn’t exist. 

a tattoo that peaks out from under the collar of your lab coat

fancy shoes dress shoes paired with garish socks

glasses that rest crookedly on your face from the time you accidentally sat on them

loose ties and unbuttoned collars

calloused hands

chipped nail polish

girls with unruly short hair

boys with long hair thrown up in messy top knots

sleeves rolled up to the elbows