Who knew that the business of saving the world from unfathomable evil involved so many frequent episodes of lubricious boot-knocking?
In this inundated market of half-hearted literary adaptations, where the only competition seems to revolve around who gets to produce the single most mediocre and insulting...
Even now, after all these years, I guess I’m still trying to find the words. It’s not easy getting around this… existential dread. Even now, I’m not entirely sure how it all works. But I think, or rather I hope, that when life prevails outside the bounds of our unremarkable day-to-day struggle to get by, you begin to see it.
