nowhere really

There is literally nothing more powerful on this planet than taking a 15 minute walk twice every day.

the thing about hamlet is that it is sooo epistemological. like how can you truly know what has happened in the past and how to respond to it? how can you know whether there is or isn’t an afterlife? how can you know what justice is? if what you’re doing is just? how can you know the girl who wrote letters to you meant anything she said? how can you know you did? how can you know your friends aren’t plotting against you? do you know it if they promise they’re not? do you really know this ghastly being speaking to you is your father and not an evil spirit? how do you know it’s not your imagination? how do you know it’s your father? did you ever even know who he was when he was alive? how did you know it? how do you know that he loved you?

Perhaps the greatest tragedy in Swamp Thing: Twin Branches is that Alec was so ready to be a human that he shredded his report, and that report could have saved his humanity

(angriest I’ve ever been in my life) and Brutus is an honourable man

modern-dress production of King Lear where Regan and Goneril use ChatGPT to write their insincere flattering speeches