Mmm... 90s

I haven't written in months.. eep!

Summarising the missing time I'm afraid you'd find nothing more than an utter bored to read, so I'll bounce on to the subject that has enticed me to put fingertips to keys.

I've recently had a huge reassessment of motion in how I should be leading my life forward, and the main influence has been digging through old blogs that I wrote over a decade ago. Whilst servers have been shutdown over recent months, I have found many archives via the Wayback Machine which set me on a roll.

Digging through old archives of sites I would avidly haunt as a young teen I find myself in deep longing for the yesteryears of the 90s which soon will date back to two decades ago. I remember picking through the Urban Decay website making a list of things in my mind that I wish I could make my own, then lurking Manic Panic looking for the latest colours (which my parents would never allow within 10 feet of my hair) and ending the evening chatting to people on Vampire Freaks, which is surprisingly still about and seemingly holding strong.

In those days I would dream of being old enough to don Nancy's PVC jacket thinking when I grow up I'll wear whatever I like, and as it turns out I have a wardrobe of black romantic lace dresses but no where to wear them.

Broaching steps into real adulthood, not of age but of obligations, leaves me looking back and the idyllic times that seem to be lost. In the days where an outlandish haircolour was considered a radical statement it's funny to imagine that walking today's streets, nobody bats an eyelid at a head of teal or turquoise. And in a way this leaves little fun left to be had.

Post-Columbine, being ballsy enough to be in possession of the Anarchists cookbook was considered more of a personality statement (a hallmark of what today would be described as "edginess"), at least it was up to the very early 2000s after which it became a hallmark of terrorism.

The internet's wild west era is sadly long gone, the demise began around about the time that MySpace fell from grace which quickly ushered in the age of toxic censorship that has in most recent years stifled creativity in all forms, from personal to international digital media.

Films suck. Books blow. Television isn't worth watching and Gaming as it stands is about to burst its own bubble.

In my head I feel the desperate need to regress into analogue technology, to shape out structured time instead of this digital blob that absorbs constantly from dawn to dusk. Write a letter, send a postcard, have a telephone call or just linger on pavements curbs with a McDonald's milkshake.

I guess I just miss the simplicity of honest, humble actions.


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