Say it once. Will keep saying it.
I will never be over the Voxes of New York.
I will never be over the 50 year old black man who is the heart and soul of New Yorks Communities. Where his name is on every smiling New Yorker’s lips. How they believe in him so deeply that it gives him power.
How he is a nurse who more people go to and trust both normal and magical.
I will never be over the fact he believes so many people rely on him so much that he can’t even hold on to a dream. That it is selfish of him to do so.
I will never get over that his counter part is a drug dealing young trans man who has never had community all he has had is dreams and escapism. A unwaivering need to shape himself in ways that make him feel like himself. How he is so untrusting and selfish. You get it because it is survival. He is alone in New York hiding from his family who want him to be everything he isn’t.
How 90% of this young man is escaping into dreams to not deal with reality.
I will never get over the metaphor of how the Voice of People found the Voice of Dreams a potential threat. But the Voice of Dreams desperately wanted the Voice of the People to accept him as is.
How it reflected in their characters of someone who wanted community but was so scared of the rejection he self destructs. Of someone who thought dreams were a threat to the reality of the community.
Then once they really saw each other- they ended up being an inseparably powerful pair. One got the community and acceptance he desperately craved- he got sober and was happy. Was able to be in healthy relationships and find more people to encircle in his life. The other got to dream again, and have someone look out for him and make those dreams come true.
I know Brennen Lee Mulligan built the world for the story to be told-
But fuck Luo Wilson and Ally Beardsley told it flawlessly
