Le Capitaine*barges in like Archimedes*
Masc traumacore.
That's Tatsuki Fujimoto.
My aesthetic is that rusted concrete staircase in a nicely overgrown grassy lot being tailslid in a 2002 skate video, made into a stock WinXP wallpaper, where the skater is dressed kind of like Terry Bogard.
Windows Media Player is open with a visualiser; up next are Jurassic 5, Hideki Naganuma, Nujabes, Machinae Supremacy, and Arctic Monkeys, and then a pirated Samurai Champloo episode recorded off Canal+. Behind it, game icons that will never stop demanding the CD you don't have anymore,
except NeoRageX and that really good Build Engine boomer shooter you swear nobody knows (everybody knows it). Both are from compilation CDs with suspiciously cheap cover art done in Word.
The computer is a CRT beige box, on the same cheap wooden desk that's been there for a decade, in a room with textured wallpaper, stained carpeting, and a smelly dark wood closet that's probably older than you. Rest of desk is an anime doodle and a cheapo MP3 player.
There's an old book you'll never read with
Jacques Chirac on the cover, underneath a school-mandated Molière, and you'll finally find one of the CDs underneath that in six months. Hidden away are all your old Lego, 50% cut with Mega Bloks. The early afternoon sun is filtering in through crocheted white curtains with rural scenes on them.
Behind it, tower blocks of assembled concrete, with that rusted concrete staircase, in a nicely overgrown grassy lot, that looks like it could be tailslid in a...