And the great tragedy? The performance has become the point. When the camera is off, the meal tastes like cardboard. The summit feels just cold. The music just... noise. Let’s talk about entertainment. Specifically, the tyranny of it.
I don’t have a 10-step plan. I have a suspicion. irreconcilable slut part 2
My father had three channels. If nothing was on, he went to the garage and built a birdhouse. He was bored for roughly four hours a week. During those four hours, he learned to fix a carburetor, wrote a bad poem, and once just sat in the dark thinking about his own mortality. And the great tragedy