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I'm working on a manifesto. It's being written on a sheet of paper torn out of my third grade exercise notebook. I feel like an onion.

Stereotypes.

Ok, I get it. I dye my hair funny colours and wear big glasses and enjoy eclectic music normal people haven't heard of, and go to school for art and enjoy fair trade products and usually dress in scarves and hobo-like clothes. I take public transit instead of driving, I bike more than I bus, I walk more than I bike. I relish in good literature and independent films and intelligent conversations. I'm nostalgic for shit that was popular long before I was even born.


But I'm not a hipster.

Fuck, maybe I am.

Photographs coming in the future.