Two people meet on a dating app. One person listens to a lot of music while the other reads a lot of books. The first person looks at the other person's favorite songs and sighs sadly, for this person is a normie, and they'll never understand the strange and experimental music that defines their art and life. The second person looks at the other's favorite books and feels the same way, for this person is a normal and they'll never understand the outré literary works which form the bedrock of their personality. Both walk away from one another convinced they're alone in this world, the only art-lovers in a society fixated on mainstream, easy-to-consume products
The Ick of the Magi


















