I distinctly remember, as a young teenager, the first time I stayed up all night on the internet, until I saw the morning sun peeking through my window.
Felt like I'd passed some barrier. The night was no longer real. Just a bunch of dark hours.
What is actually gained from being “mature” in your personal life in this day and age? You look around at the people you can actually observe, the people in the public eye held up as examples, and the “mature” people seem like a bunch of suckers playing a losing game.
There’s more quality music being made right now than any person could listen to in a lifetime. These takes keep appearing because discovery requires real effort and nostalgia requires none.