Nostalgia is a knife. "Hey guys, welcome to your nightmare, we are your new sleep demons!!" Any time I walk into an Urban Outfitters, I have no idea what year it is supposed to be. You know the feeling? The one where you’re greeted at the door by a squad of headless, limbless mannequins dressed like you in university? “Come with us,” they beckon, not so much with their mouths (no heads!) as with their collective presence. You do a quick, over-the-shoulder glance to make sure

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