NOTE FROM UNDERGROUND
Nothing makes this quadragenerian feel older than seeing the kids today online; they dress a lot like I did back in the '90s, but the resemblance ends there. Tikking their Toks, crushing their candy, their relationship to digital technology is something we have yet to fully comprehend – and probably won’t until Elon Musk launches Skynet and my Google Mini achieves full sentience. “Alexa, how close are we to Judgment Day?” “Sorry, I don’t understand. Would you like to hear the first rule of Fight Club?” I’m no technophobe, kids. Like many elder millennials, my first foray into video gaming was the boxy grey-and-white NES system, sold in a bundle with two games, two controllers, and a preposterous plastic gun to shoot pixelated ducks. As a young adult, living on a…