Joseph Matick or Jack is a trend forecaster given that he knew indie sleaze would come back.
Jack or Joseph is that one guy at the party with the acoustic guitar who can't wait to strum a few strings for you to call it a song. It's mostly howling and repetitive sweet nothings, but you're polite enough to stay, but also because you'll wait til sunrise because you don't have enough for an Uber and you probably have nothing better to do so he says his sweet little nothings until it turns into a lullaby, and when it does, you realize he's harmless, sort of that one loser to every friend group that i guess deserves love much like the rest of us. He's out there trying to be loved, but the song isn't very good and you clap out of politeness and hope to god you never see him again but you see him again busking the streets to buy himself a latte and the milk is important because he's scraggly and doesn't eat enough and then when you see he tips with only a few pennies you realize the difference between empathy and sympathy.
I read 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘐𝘴 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘞𝘢𝘳 alongside this, making it an incredibly odd reading experience given both books are epistolary, and the protagonists in the book are both named Red.