#caseycore

Bought a Brom book. Went home and flipped through it while listening to Susumu Hirasawa’s Kaku P-Model stuff. I spend my life enjoying things my 6-year old self would think are cool as hell and it’s cool as hell. For all the cynicism of the 90s, most of it was not a detached judgement but almost operatic melodrama. I truly love the fantasy and sci-fi of 94-2001, it spoke to me as a child and wormed itself as deep in my psyche as anything can go. For a long while after I first encountered this stuff, I built interests on top of it, things that were more popular and accessible. But over the past few years, that’s all been sloughing off. It no longer works how it was supposed to, cultural touchstones for use as a baseline social lubricant. As cable TV watched by everyone gave way to myriads of streams watched by mere millions, there wasn’t really a point in watching the popular stuff; it’s a lot of hours for something you’re only going to talk about with 1 in 100 people. It has been much more worth it to focus on things I’ll talk about with 1 in 10,000 when one of those people is myself. It feels strange that at 32 I’m pretty much who I think I’d be if I was 32 in 2000. My family has always joked that I was born a 30 year old and it’s surreal that turned out to be true.