This is my favorite. It’s a flashback to the recession of the early 1990s, my sophomore year at Sheepshead Bay High School in Brooklyn. Goth music, dark matte lipstick, and scrunchies ruled supreme. My name was spelled differently (before I reclaimed the name I was born with and not the name the translators misspelled on my passport paperwork when I came to the U.S.). Thanks to Landbridge Massive for posting this up!
"An Inventory of Infinite Traces" Gramsci
Zohra Saed 
HAHA, how cute are you! I liked the part where you said “no the recession was bad, my dad was always home early”, lmao. Positive vibes.