I actually like that all media is now created to be thoughtlessly consumed within a single alloted month before it’s destroyed by business guys whose stated favourite book is a dingy unread copy of The Art of War they left on their bedside to “reference”. it’s cool that everything is just one middling budget twelve episode season and half of it is dropped all at once directly onto streaming services so you have to sit down for six miserable hours to watch it in the most antisocial way possible. this is probably how art was meant to be consumed. this is how humans best process things, like death.
I let it all pass over me like a limp breeze. did I see the new show? oh no, and I suppose I will not, but that’s okay because I don’t feel much of anything at all about it. [pleasantly] I don’t feel much of anything at all.
thinking about horror genres and indigenous readings again… the home invasion genre is largely the settler’s fear of being colonized
what if someone forced themselves into your house and killed your whole family and sat at the dining table grinning while their own family arrived and all you can do is try to resist it even if they try to kick you out or straight up murder you. while they raided your kitchen cabinets and pretended they’d always been there
I dreamed that everyone on Twitter was mad at this new Sonic game about alternate universes because it had an adult Maria on it and she looked like this:
