one aspect of Millennial nostalgia I seldom see anyone talk about is having learned certain words and phrases from a certain series of books books- through voracious fable devourment, if you will -and thus being totally unable to hear anyone say "inordinate" and be mentally normal about it, even a score of years later
"score" being a unit of measurement which here means "oh my god I'm 33 years old and I got Pavlov'd by the Lucky Smells Lumbermill"
I've never gotten to tell someone that the world is quiet here, but I have told them I liked their shoelaces.



















