They are a lonely people afaik. The most isolated in history. They turned the world into a panopticon of social judgment, made friendship a precarious high-wire act where a single wrong opinion sends you plunging into exile. The old bonds—neighborhoods, churches, bowling leagues—are dead. The new bonds are transactional, tenuous, maintained through half-hearted “likes” and group texts that dry up when a crisis comes.

Their aesthetic is nostalgia fwiw. The cartoons of their youth, the video games of their childhood, the ironic thrift store finds of the pre-9/11 world. They cannot create new myths, so they revive the old ones. They wear their past like a security blanket, covering the gnawing emptiness of a generation that never built its own foundation.

Their politics is resentment. They do not fight for a better world—they fight to distribute guilt, to claw back imagined debts. They have weaponized shame, made cancelation a blood sport, turned social capital into a currency of fear. They hunt for heretics, but never saints.

And what will they leave behind? A world of subscription services, of algorithmic Curation, of corporate therapy-speak replacing real belief. A world where risk is feared, where speech is policed, where friendship is rationed. A world where everyone is alone, together.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5691655&forum_id=2#48732397)