Decade Delusions

Trevor longed for a simpler time, a time where it was perfectly acceptable to think clichéd and naive thoughts about love, preferably sung in a four-part harmony with the bass man singing “doo-wop doo-wop” over and over.

Those times were over though. Now he lived in an era of mass confusion and imagined existential crisis. How he missed the Fifties.

Brittany was stuck in the Eighties, suffering similar feelings of isolation from a culture that has left her and shiny leather jackets behind.

The two had so much in common and yet so little.

Frank was in the Sixties, completely unaware.