Nostalgia for the Obsolete →
^Read. Now that it’s passed into the realm of reproduction for kitsch’s sake, it’s easy to wax poetic about the old 4-color process. I’ll admit there is a certain psychedelic appeal. The use of lurid greens and blues and pinks to convey mood or sort out the elements of a long shot has a pulp pop grandiosity that I miss. There’s also something mechanical about old...
Alter: being happy is overrated anyways
Ego: no, it isn't. that's the real bitch of it.