#we won't

all the videos and static imagery from tonight's show somehow didn't feel like something overwhelmingly grandiose, but no! neither did it feel ...bad? hollow? overrated? not good at using words at all. it still had those vibes of the smaller venues, damn, of The Room Below, too. of a play in an old theatre. something warm, a family-like collective big yet not causing terrible sensory overload. as if after the show V was going to pick up a big plush toy and to go to bed. as if it was not what humanity is these years, but what it is in the books for children where life and love always win.

it's a fairy tale to us. in the warmest sense possible. so we imagine that - kinda collective dream - all the folks make sure Vessel takes the meds, has enough rest, as many hugs and comfort textures to touch as he needs, and even the deity we can call Sleep reacts like "do you even have an idea how difficult it is, how many years has it taken to find and to shape a perfect vessel? do you have a slightest idea that you, with your voice, and movements, and emotions, aren't easily replaceable as well? lie down, fragile thing, i'm going to heal you as much as it's possible for me on your human plane of existence, and you're going to have a divine long rest".