watching this unearthed the sensation of watching season 1-3 of the vampire diaries while taking x*nax: i don’t know how we got from one moment to another and also i’m scared
almost a year of quarantining indoors saw an incredible influx of collective yearning for cottagecore —fantasizing not of jet-setting to tropical beachsides or buzzing cityscapes, but a deep longing to return to a pastoral simplicity.
grass as tall as your waist. golden wheat, ripe crops, soft soil. rolling hills, land that meets the horizon at the far distance. bright blue skies. cotton summer dresses drying on a clothesline. no billboards, no telephone wires, no white noise. just you and the…
as of tonight, there are 500 of you.
back in middle school, i used to write letters to an online friend named ellie. her real name was laura, but she went by ellie. sometimes i called her larry, as a joke, and she called me tyler, as a joke.
she had so many names that when we started writing letters to each other, like bonafide pen pals, i'd address them "dear you" -- because sometimes, even when i…
this is a writer's workshop wet dream. this is a well-studied, well-executed narrative paradigm of what good writing does.
the exposition is kept to a minimum. the reality of this world is established quickly, but Krasinski does so efficiently and affectively. the physical and life-threatening stakes are marked from the get-go, as are the emotional stakes, which ultimately end up being even more terrifying and tension-inducing than the former.
there's any number of "plant and pay-offs," which are all satisfying,…