When I First Published This Post I Forgot a Title, So This Explanation is What You Get Now.

I am just going to come on out and say that I am very fond of Unhappy Hipster.  I know that it has been around for a while now, and suspect that much of its initial fervor and attention has died down, but I still find it wonderfully entertaining and subscribe and read its RSS feed daily. 

While I admit to having questions about what exactly the website is saying constitutes the oft roughly defined class of “hipsters,” I am terribly fond of the micro-narratives that it pairs with strange pictures from Dwell.  The pairing and the entire collection of the site has created almost an alternate universe of sorts in which everything is drab and glum and folks live in absurdly designed buildings.  Each post could easily be expanded into a longer story about this dim and delightless world.

Anyway, this was the one I noticed this morning.  I love it on levels.

With her eyes closed, water tickling the tips of her fingers, she could conjure memories of a time before the bomb, before the zombies.

via Unhappy Hipster

The micro-narrative here presents us with all sorts of possibilities.  Who dropped the bomb?  Why did the zombies come?  How’d this lady get such pristine swimming water in the post-apocalyptic wasteland?  Seriously, the potential to extrapolate upon the story is vast.

Anyway, just some general enjoyment and a little bit of apocalyptic fun for you this Friday morning.

~ by Nathaniel on April 30, 2010.