The odd thing is, as I get older, the things I like and have sentimental value don’t have an all-encompassing touchstone.
Let me give you an example. Almost everyone has heard Nirvana, played Super Mario Bros., and watched The Matrix.
But at some point I diverged from the mainstream. My Nirvana is The Rapture. My Super Mario Bros. is Septerra Core. My Matrix is Turbo Kid.
It is so rare to encounter another human who has heard of these things. And the thing is, I didn’t set out to be niche. It just happened.
I suspect I’m not alone in this phenomena. It’s entirely possible that most of us carry memories of art that mean so much to us but not to many others. And I suspect this is occurring with increasing frequency.
