Hello From The Future
Hello, el-jay.
It's been a minute and a half. I'm sort of an adult now and you're sort of the same, except a lot more buggy and with none of the people I once religiously made daily pilgrimages to, hoping for just a little wider peek into their lives. Which might mean that you're due for a little Renaissance. You're a ghost-town filled with exactly that -- the terrible ghosts of our angsty youth. Curiously enough, though, I'm several articles into the Rookie Yearbooks (www.rookiemag.com), so that might be exactly what I'm in the mood for.
It seems you've launched a campaign to woo back your once-loyal subjects; dangling a not-so-hot commodity of paid account time like a carrot to a bunch of overfed donkeys. I don't know if it'll work; but you got my foot back in the proverbial door, so I suppose that says something. It could just be a matter of nostaligia and timing. Then again, that's what you have going for you.
I do miss the days when my peers would pour out their innermost souls on the electronic page, painting pictures with words instead of Insta filters and reblogged tumbles and curated Pins. It was something special, what we had in the early aughts -- a thing we can't hope to recreate. But I do most sincerely hope that a revival occurs. Something new with new energy and new ideas and its own completely different life.
Because nobody wants a Woodstock '99.
It's been a minute and a half. I'm sort of an adult now and you're sort of the same, except a lot more buggy and with none of the people I once religiously made daily pilgrimages to, hoping for just a little wider peek into their lives. Which might mean that you're due for a little Renaissance. You're a ghost-town filled with exactly that -- the terrible ghosts of our angsty youth. Curiously enough, though, I'm several articles into the Rookie Yearbooks (www.rookiemag.com), so that might be exactly what I'm in the mood for.
It seems you've launched a campaign to woo back your once-loyal subjects; dangling a not-so-hot commodity of paid account time like a carrot to a bunch of overfed donkeys. I don't know if it'll work; but you got my foot back in the proverbial door, so I suppose that says something. It could just be a matter of nostaligia and timing. Then again, that's what you have going for you.
I do miss the days when my peers would pour out their innermost souls on the electronic page, painting pictures with words instead of Insta filters and reblogged tumbles and curated Pins. It was something special, what we had in the early aughts -- a thing we can't hope to recreate. But I do most sincerely hope that a revival occurs. Something new with new energy and new ideas and its own completely different life.
Because nobody wants a Woodstock '99.