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.
