Memories -1995- -

We played Mortal Kombat III on a Sega Genesis plugged into a bulky CRT television. If you wanted to play a friend, you had to bike to their house, knock on the door, and look their dad in the eye. There was no “airplane mode” because we were all already offline.

But my personal reels are quieter: the sound of a lawn sprinkler in July, the feel of a magazine’s glossy pages, the smell of a freshly printed TV Guide . We wrote notes on folded paper. We memorized phone numbers. We got lost on purpose, because without GPS, getting lost was just part of the adventure. memories -1995-

Looking back, 1995 was the last year of the old world’s innocence. The Cold War was a fading echo. 9/11 was a distant, impossible future. We were optimistic, cynical, and bored—a potent combination. We played Mortal Kombat III on a Sega