Even in your dénouement, you are still beginning.
A series of thoughts on superhero movies, life and the universe. A little bit of truth.
I’ve spent quite a bit of time lately thinking of my “why”, on top of “how”.
I mean –a love story is just a love story. But add some robots, and you got me. You got me.
Again, change –the art, me, you.
A peril of going through the internet; you change. It rattles around the head.
This is what I do on Sundays, or thereabouts.
The struggle to search for meaning. It’s 2020. There’s art.
I think it’s incomplete.
These letters, like this promise, is not for you.