I don't like the term personally, but we're kind of stuck with it.
I was thinking about what my generation remembers, sensorily speaking, of our childhood.
I close my eyes, and it all swirls around me...
I close my eyes, and it all swirls around me...
My generation smells like the inside of a 7-11, and fog machines.
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It tastes like Wonder Bread and Coca Cola.
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It feels like the handle of an Atari Joystick, in my right hand.
It sounds like a cacophonous jumble of synthetic instruments and four man hard rock bands.
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It looks like a kaleidoscope of neon clothes and summer movie posters.
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