Sam Wieck runs back to words when pictures act too simply. His wasted youth has set the precedent for an ongoing quarter-life crisis. He has a lot of questions, such as: Am I a hipster? What is a hipster? Is it too late to learn an instrument? Does it really matter if I'm a hipster? Why do I keep thinking about hipsters? What's the best way to get a pasta sauce stain out of a white t-shirt? And will I ever use my BFA?