The Way Things Look
I ate soy meat on the steps of an F.I.T. building yesterday, watching the incoming freshmen. This is how I know it's September in NYC: I find myself drawn to a collegey part of town to experience...
orientation.
The urge usually takes me to Washington Square, but F.I.T. presents a more dramatic scene. Hundreds of 17 or 18-year-olds, all wearing their fiercest, bitchiest, craziest shit, all trying to impress the pants (literally) off of each other. Their limbs flail, their bags swing every which way. The most tender buffoons. They're rehearsing to become New Yorkers.
I couldn't stop thinking, this time, ten years after my own freshman orientation, what a different world (from mine) these kids have known. What a different experience of being a teenager. The World Trade Center collapsed when they were, what, 10? It's been such a depressing decade. And yet, as the Pitchfork Greatest 500 Songs of the 00s reminds (those of) us (who decide to pay attention), the soundtrack to all this misery has been, relentlessly, pop.
(Odd: that the soundtrack to the comparatively mild 90s was so melancholy. Or: actually/really: is that like the least odd thing ever?)
What a funny time to be a freshman at F.I.T. If I was one, I imagine I would feel very important.
Love
Dan
I couldn't stop thinking, this time, ten years after my own freshman orientation, what a different world (from mine) these kids have known. What a different experience of being a teenager. The World Trade Center collapsed when they were, what, 10? It's been such a depressing decade. And yet, as the Pitchfork Greatest 500 Songs of the 00s reminds (those of) us (who decide to pay attention), the soundtrack to all this misery has been, relentlessly, pop.
(Odd: that the soundtrack to the comparatively mild 90s was so melancholy. Or: actually/really: is that like the least odd thing ever?)
What a funny time to be a freshman at F.I.T. If I was one, I imagine I would feel very important.
Love
Dan



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