The conclusion I tried to shine a light on is that the hunt for an identity is ultimately fruitless, unsatisfactory, without end. I "was a punk" insofar as one

The conclusion I tried to shine a light on is that the hunt for an identity is ultimately fruitless, unsatisfactory, without end. I "was a punk" insofar as one can be what was a dynamic process in the 80s. The richest expression of identity, one that doesn't fit into the cookie cutters of music genre enthusiast or political firebrand (and the path of least resistance) is ultimately where one drops labels and responds naturally to the world as it is, moment by moment. If we're all going to be turned on to the world and co-exist peacefully, equitably, well that's a world that stops drawing party lines and starts opening to an experience that isn't a scorecard of labels under your Twitter bio. If that's going at it backwards, bring on the retrograde.