So today while walking under the mezzanine in the South Building, I start to sing 80s pop like it's going out of style. Past the too-cool hipsters and their pink back pocket bandanas. Past the sullen pierced-lip punks with their fresh-from-smoking pitchfork glares. Past the security guard who probably had a billion other places he wanted to be. Out the doors and into the ether.
I don't have a style. I have a mandate, and it works for me.
