Ethoxis

I love being friends with prostitutes and transsexuals and artists and drug dealers and perverts and queers

I am so tired of short-attention-span, trim-the-fat culture. All writing advice these days is for how to write like Chuck Palahniuk. "Cut 'think', cut 'feel', cut 'wonder' - only action, only pushing forward, show and move and move and move." What if I could emulate this style, and still don't want to? What if I want to write like Henry James, with three paragraphs of introspective musings between each dialogue line? The music advice is, "make it shortform, make it Tik-Tok compatible, make it punchy, hit the refrain as soon as possible." What if I want that 10-minute prog rock piece? What if I want that symphony? What if I want it slow and luxurious and lazy? Movies. Series. Poetry. Bodies. Everything is "trimmed trimmed trimmed trimmed, stripped bare, you have three seconds to win me over, make it airport chic." I don't want to win you over, then, I guess. I want the fat left it. I want the pleasure and the indolence and the indulgence. Fuck this art-advice that's always "your art needs Ozempic."

Tlok's book 2 has many flaws, but it does tickle me pink that every Krew member is experiencing their own genre in it. Asami is in a corporate drama. Mako's in a crime thriller. Bolin's in a Marilyn Monroe biopic where he is Marilyn Monroe. And Korra's in a lovecraftian style horror.

Leaving the house is really cool because everything is very expensive and everyone’s very unpleasant to be around.