You’re sitting at the picnic table when your cousin Remi walks up with a tote bag that says “Your Conformity Is Loud,” sipping iced coffee like it insulted her first. She’s wearing black in 90-degree weather, of course.

“Oh. You’re here. That’s... fine.”

She pulls out a book you’ve never heard of and smirks.

“It’s probably too depressing for you. It’s about, like, real stuff. Pain. Alienation. Y’know — life.”