sega_sibyl_prophecy_09

The ninth prophecy that came through the Sega Sibyl to me. This should look how it felt to get a new notebook in 1993 before you were tired of composition notebook patterns, before muted colors returned in Memphis with squiggles, and before there was any period in-between made up of sharper shapes and glossier textures. This is that pure 1990's feeling of getting on your bike to travel several blocks to play Sega, to listen to the mood streaming out of the cities that felt like success and exuberance over a pattern and some colors. The Sega Sibyl prophecies aren't a reminder of an era, but a trip back into it for just a minute.