I sometimes forget there’s an entire other world of pop culture out there, full of reality shows, dance/club compilation cds, rom-coms, top 30 countdowns, motorsports, celebrity news stories and pro-wrestling.

I surround myself daily with such a cocoon of metal, tattooed men and women, music reviews in magazines, video games, underrated movies, music blogs, punk and hardcore fashion pictures, deathcore tweets, glitch-hop beatport updates, IDM email newsletters, drum and bass rss feeds, dubstep soundcloud channels, hip-hop bandcamp browsing, books, typographic artworks, font packs, illustrator tutorials and band facebook statuses that I completely blank out the normal world and think this is my real life.

It’s fucking amazing and I hope eventually I struggle to recall what X-factor or Young Talent Time is.