Blending with Post-Millenials is quite an experience. It’s like they are one of those pictures full of small errors, the kind you could only pick out by searching the image from every angle, and even then, a few always slipped by. On the surface, they seem perfectly normal, but now and then I would catch a crack, a sideways glance, a moment when their faces and words, their look and their meaning, would not line up. Those fleeting slices fascinate me. It is like watching two people, one hiding in the other's skin. And their skin are always too dry, on the verge of cracking and showing the color of the thing beneath. Post-Millenials are like thunderstorms, so fresh. The savage moment before the light.