sacred hurt

I don't see enough people mourning over the slow death of physical media. And I don't just mean TV shows, video games, or movies--which don't even get me started about how we don't really 'own' anything anymore. It includes notes, journals, and letters to one another...so much of our history is lost when we lose a password, a website goes down, a file/hardware is corrupted, or a platform disappears. History that doesn't seem important until you no longer have access to it. Physical media does a lot for memory recall. How many memories will we lose because we don't have something tangible to tie it back to? Something to hold in our hands and stir up those memories we thought were once lost? Sometimes I wonder what the difference between burning a book and losing access to physical media is when someone can pull the plug and remove your access so easily.

she zydrate on my anatomy until I come in a little glass vial or whatever

there are actors who bend over backwards to deny the homoerotic undertones that are clearly present between the characters they play with their costar and we have Mads Mikkelsen who told everybody with his full chest that it was hard to not kiss Hugh Dancy because he’s beautiful, and that Hannibal’s last thought was that he’s finally holding the man he loves as they fell off a cliff in an embrace