the aesthetics of 🤔😳
On memory and on adulthood, all multiplied by TikTok aesthetics that reflect times passed.
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I’m not nostalgic, but there are certain things that make me emotional upon encounter. I don’t cry, I don’t get sad, but I do feel a type of way where I think about life in profound ways that I wasn’t planning on, while sitting on the couch, watching some TikToks before I get back to work. I’m getting very close to forty, I think. There was a time when I couldn’t walk, I think. There was a time when I was just parts within my parents. On and on, the thoughts. What happens when you die? What’s after this? Then I have to close my phone. That’s enough scrolling.