D̴̢̙̦̻͉̩͕̐̆͆̚͘o̶̧͙͙̯͠e̸̖̎̈ṡ̸̤̹̏̌ ̴̡̢̭̮͓̖̬̤̇̐͂́ą̸̢̧̧͕̲͍́͐͗̿̈́̓̀͜ń̵͖̬̜̜̲͙̮̀̋̄̐͋͗͘g̸̛͂́̆̂͆̚̕͜͝s̸̞̱̘̬͒̿̐̌̍̿̋̕͝͠t̶̢̢̜̻͔̣̑͌̀̅̒̎̾̉̃̆ͅ ̶͇̦͎̊̇̍̂̃͝a̸̡̱̥̗̩̹̤͎̘̝̾͂̓̊̀́̐̔̑͠ĺ̷̹̹̪̜̦͇͗̇̇͐̀̍̒́̚ẃ̸̫̫͕͕̙̝͈̩͉͐̀̓̅͜à̴̦̽̓ỳ̷̫̠̮̞̳͖͓̱̀̂͆͗̊͌̇̀̅s̶̬̪͇̐̃ ̸̧̛̤̱̍̏̈́ͅs̶̡̮͙̰̹͌́̅͂ͅơ̴̬̭͚̅̑͆̓̾́̀ͅu̵̧͉̒̈́̍͋̈́̈̑͊n̸̗̹͉̥͈̭͈̼̒̾͌̍̓d̵̳̤̜͚͔̖̘̾̃̀̎̐͘͝ ̵͇̗̤̓́͐̋̓͒̇͐̎b̷̰̥͚͍́̏̀̈́̐̚e̶̬̬̝͋t̷͇͙̜̻̠̘̟͚͐̎̀̃̽͝͝t̵̰̳̖̖̰̝̤̮́̌͒̊̔̇͗͌̒́e̷̢̻̭̤̍͌̎r̴̮͉͖͓͚̈́͆̒́͜͠ ̴̨̥̩͂̀̾͊i̵̧̊̈́̄͐̃͝͠n̸̨̛͛͋͆͝ ̵͖͛͆̈̓͛̀̓̅͠a̸̙̩̿̄̎͜͜ ̸̰̻̘̳̰̫̽̎͂̇̀̾͠G̸̡̟̰͉͚̽̌̍̀̒̂͝ͅe̷͎̹̦̫̣̪̟̭͋̑̆r̸̨̰̦̲͔̅̋̈́́̾ͅm̸̥͓͍̫̟̞̔̀͊̋̈́͘̚͠͝a̶̡̻̫̮̳͉̣̼̖̳͒͋̈̒̈́̀͝n̶̨̩̹̻̚̚ ̸̮̰̲̃͐͊̋̀͛̀̎ą̸̨͖̰͌̐̌̎̆͒͝c̴̛͙̳̼͔͇̱͖̞͆̈́̅̈́͂̉ͅc̶̡͉̻̜͊͋̋̀̀͌̕͠ĕ̶̡̛̝̭̫̞̯̜̪̼͊̈̌͒̿̓̚͝n̵̞̅͝t̸̯̥̍̌̀̋̐̈̚͝?̴͉̤̣̟̤̈́͑̽͛͜ You are seventeen years old. You are programmed to feel awkward, gangly, and angry. You wear anger like you wear hair mousse. Because you think it makes you cool; this despite the fact cool is uncool. You are an individual, quantum brown and not-brown. What IS Teen Spirit? You all assume it’s that anger or frustration or awkwardness you’re programmed to feel throughout your endless teens. If you were smart with words like the poet Rimbaud was when he was seventeen, you’d turn those feelings into art, too. Since time is vast and the past keeps increasing in size, overwhelming us, we’ve invented tools to make time tangible to our minds and in our everyday lives. New adjacencies emerge. Unknown causalities between unrelated points on earth and its people. The history of everything is a sequence of bullet-points. This distillation: new, strange, entanglements of retrospective destiny. Maybe it’s all happened before. We’re in the future looking back. That’s OK. T̳e̳l̳l̳ ̳m̳e̳ ̳i̳t̳'̳s̳ ̳O̳K̳?̳ You remember the time you sang Smells Like Teen Spirit in a tiny karaoke bar in Japan. And you wondered: Do all great songs die with their singers and then keep dying as karaoke classics? You are seventeen years old, painfully shy, invisible to pretty girls you thought were pretty. You carry a copy of Kafka's Metamorphosis in your pocket, and read it, facing blank walls, to avoid talking to other people. ⬜️Y͓̽o͓̽u͓̽t͓̽h͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽g͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽o͓̽f͓̽ ͓̽o͓̽u͓̽r͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽e͓̽s͓̽p͓̽a͓̽i͓̽r͓̽s͓̽.͓̽⬜️