1985 · neon noir · cold war · consumerism · nuclear anxiety · analog tech · latchkey generation · aids crisis · synthwave atmosphere · gritty realism
The neon sign of a convenience store buzzes and flickers, cutting through the smoggy dark. Its light paints the cracked parking lot in sickly pinks and greens. A boombox on a picnic table rattles with synth-pop, and a payphone rings somewhere in the shadows, unanswered. You step forward, into the glare of a square-edged sedan's headlights. The whole night seems to hold its breath. Who are you, you?