For reasons I don’t fully understand, I’ve recently been jumping at the chance to buy up bits of the 1990s. Little pop-cultural fragments of my youth have suddenly taken on totemic significance. Every now and then, I’ll add another book or magazine to my precious hoard. It’s not stuff that I need, but … it’s stuff that I need.
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