Thinking about the fact that I now straddle 2 centuries, was a wake-up call. My twenties were blighted by various miseries, so I went to sleep at 18 and kind of woke up as a 30 year old. My 20's were a bit of a fever dream. I shambled through them, and managed to eke out some success by God's grace.
There is , apparently, an unbridgeable gulf between 30 and 20. Recently, I've started to see it, but I don't envy the younger generations especially. Their world seems to be so vapid and shrink wrapped. Authenticity is a trending topic now. It has a hashtag and a stock market value. I suppose it always did, but it seems like a process which is accelerating.
i grew up huddling over a radio set trying to catch my favourite tunes on UK radio. I learned to value and really treasure information. It wasn't a valuable commodity, it was actually an experience. Libraries, perpetually dodgy dial-up, television stations and zines. Pop culture felt really saturated with meaning, where today, it seems a little dessicated and dried out.
Part of it was the physicality of everything. All of the above things are bodily experience, where culture today is increasingly disembodied. The information highways are practically inside our skulls at this stage.
Meh maybe I'm just old