How much retro is too much? For me, I crank the dial up until my eyes hurt, then turn it down a notch. That’s the sweet spot. Retro’s magic is in its excess, but the key is knowing when to stop. Just enough to make you smile.
I want to be irresponsible, charge through life and not let overthinking slow me down. That’s my freedom. Not to always stop to appreciate the moment, because living it is better than dissecting it.
Reflection comes later.
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