Lie In The Grass Next To The Mausoleum...

So our taste scattered, in a way that I find really beautiful. The long tail was born. The rise of the indie musician began. The 1,000 true fans theory (briefly) become a possibility, and record labels lost their chokehold grip on both artists and listeners. But! Also! Collective nostalgia also froze at that point. After 2003, we only culturally shared the experience of a song or two a year, and often we did that for a reason external to the song itself -- like a dance or a controversy or the rise of a new platform (“Gangnam Style,” “WAP,” “Old Town Road”). The songs that we have in common now, we no longer have in common because we are forced to listen to them four hundred times a month by record labels, radio stations, and MTV, but for other reasons. The advent of truly open personal choice in music was also the end of collective music culture. And that’s why time stopped in 2003.

yee haw I guess

“Investigators found an extremely cold and bloody crime scene. The living room carpet was so drenched with blood that it pooled on the wood planks underneath; the oozing blood formed crimson colored icicles where it leaked through the cabin floorboards.”

doodle of an oc i have. a winged beast who is very polite