Emo in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction

At 19 I had an Adven­ture­land–style summer, working at a Barnie’s Coffee in the local mall—remember Barnie’s Coffee? The place charmed, in a free­wheeling, no-one-gives a shit kind of way. One co-worker was loud, hot, and reg­u­larly stole from the till so she could buy Oxys; another sold them to her. Not nearly as depraved, […]