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7/6/2025, 7:29:56 PM
New alt-lit agitprop just dropped lads.
https://archive.md/obXuv
Somone was asking the other day if everyone had forgotten about Mixtape Hyperborea, well here he is now
>IF ANYONE HAS THE ABILITY to make literature cool among young men again, it might be Reinspects.
>Twenty-six, handsome, and charming, I got the impression he was sleeping with half the girls at the party, though he claims it’s only two. He insists we meet in a cemetery — “It’s a good place to think” — and we chat sitting in the front row of his black 1997 Ford Mustang. “I used to have a nicer car,” Reinspects says. “A 2020 Camaro. But I totaled it doing donuts.” He smokes three hand-rolled cigarettes over our hour-long chat. Prior to moving to L.A., he bummed around Paris for several months. “The greatest tragedy of my life is that I’m not European.” When he notices a headstone engraved with the name “Macbeth,” he immediately breaks into the “Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow…” soliloquy that closes the play.
>Reinspects is cagey about his personal details. Reinspects is a pen name — a lot of alt-lit writers use pen names — and he refuses to tell me specifics about his life, other than to say he’s from the Southwest, is the son of Slavic immigrants, and went to a Waldorf school, a “child-centered” educational philosophy that emphasizes a child’s holistic well-being. In 2020, he graduated from a state university with a political science degree. He only lets me photograph him from the neck down to avoid getting “face doxxed.”
https://archive.md/obXuv
Somone was asking the other day if everyone had forgotten about Mixtape Hyperborea, well here he is now
>IF ANYONE HAS THE ABILITY to make literature cool among young men again, it might be Reinspects.
>Twenty-six, handsome, and charming, I got the impression he was sleeping with half the girls at the party, though he claims it’s only two. He insists we meet in a cemetery — “It’s a good place to think” — and we chat sitting in the front row of his black 1997 Ford Mustang. “I used to have a nicer car,” Reinspects says. “A 2020 Camaro. But I totaled it doing donuts.” He smokes three hand-rolled cigarettes over our hour-long chat. Prior to moving to L.A., he bummed around Paris for several months. “The greatest tragedy of my life is that I’m not European.” When he notices a headstone engraved with the name “Macbeth,” he immediately breaks into the “Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow…” soliloquy that closes the play.
>Reinspects is cagey about his personal details. Reinspects is a pen name — a lot of alt-lit writers use pen names — and he refuses to tell me specifics about his life, other than to say he’s from the Southwest, is the son of Slavic immigrants, and went to a Waldorf school, a “child-centered” educational philosophy that emphasizes a child’s holistic well-being. In 2020, he graduated from a state university with a political science degree. He only lets me photograph him from the neck down to avoid getting “face doxxed.”
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