Rejection: Fiction

by Tony Tulathimutte

but on my own time I was listening to like, Ben Folds Five . . . oh god, Phish . .

But I knew the moment you profess a liking for Ben Folds you become, to others, the kind of person who likes Ben Folds, and aesthetically I was, there’s no avoiding the terms, both poseur and normie, the twin anathemas of goth.

the only two sizes of yogurt are “not enough yogurt” and “congrats fucko, your life is yogurt now”