Unhappy Hipsters

They had only two things in common: exceptional incomprehension of the
game fetch and the name Chastity.

-Mike

(Photo: Gregg Segal; Dwell)

Margaret smiled down from balcony at the last schnauzer to infiltrate the compound. Soon, all of the shadows would be rectangular.

 -Sarah

(Photo: Gregg Segal; Dwell)

How strange, that on this divide between greenery and rocky sloth he could somehow be looking down at her.

-Zeke

(Photo: Gregg Segal; Dwell)

He could feel her perched above—leering, judging. But what truly disquieted him was the betrayal of his most trusted confidant and chew-thing: Morris.

-Max

(Photo: Gregg Segal; Dwell)

He knew the flood was coming but needed just a few more moments of alone time.

-Carlota

(Photo: Gregg Segal; Dwell)

Can’t-I-leave-her?

-Joel

(Photo: Gregg Segal; Dwell)

The shiver up his spine meant she was watching again. He knew even the smallest sound could put him back in the “Barky Box.”

-Paul Bennet, photogrammatical.com

(Photo: Gregg Segal; Dwell)

How to tell his parents he’d found his muse and her name is Dorothy Draper? A heartfelt letter seemed a good start.

(Photo: Patrick Reynolds; Dwell)

Bootsy grew weary of the relentless, predictable, and (frankly) lame “Fight Club” jokes.

(Photo: Uncredited; Wallpaper magazine)