A Discovery Of Witches, Season One, Episode One

An Essay on Nihilism and Ennui

Maybe the world is doomed. Maybe you can’t do anything about it. Maybe you were born on a train that had run of our track, long after we shot the engineers and burned the plans to lay track anew. The conductors barricaded the engine room where they hold hostage generations of coal miners who are forced to keep full steam ahead lest they be shoved into the incinerators themselves.

Maybe we can’t change any of that. I’d like to hope we can. Unfortunately hope isn’t the thing that drags your ass out of the cave you’ve collapsed into constructed of pizza boxes and soiled sheets. Drive is. Action is. Curiosity is.

Suppose we’re stuck on this train. It will crash. We will all die in a horrible fiery explosion, or succumb to the fumes first. What are you going to do in the meantime?

Here’s the thing: Life sucks and we’re all going to die. We don’t know when, we don’t know how. It feels impossible to plan for a future we have little data to prove will exist. What we do have is the interim. We can sit around and doom-scroll on our phones, or we can live life while we have it.

Plant a garden out of old coffee cans. Invite your friends over to fingerpaint on cardboard. Kiss the people you think about when you lay in bed at night. Chase an unrealistic dream, not because you believe it is possible, but because you can’t live with yourself if you never try.

That’s what you’re doing when you ingest endless content. You are simultaneously looking for the thing that will complete you, and desperately running from the voice inside that asks “what if there’s more?”

Stop. Running. Turn around. Look at the voice headlong. Dare to ask it back: “What more do I want there to be?”

Then go find it.

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I’m popping pills left and right

(It’s ibuprofen)

(The rain makes my joints ache)

I’m gonna say something very controversial

Jess is uncomfortable around Lorelei because he notices that it’s weird how pro-Dean she is. He’s uncomfortable because he recognizes signs of parentification in Rory.

I’m just saying:

How often do you meet a teenager who is ridiculously obsessed with going off to college and always has been unless they’re running from something? If anything he could have been cagey around Lorelei cause he was waiting to see if the abuse was worse.

He knows how much Rory eats. He knows that the Gilmore’s have food insecurity. He brings over a giant box of food because he’s gone hungry before and he wants to make sure she’s fed until her mom gets home.

i love it when a character is so clueless but simultaneously uncomfortably aware of everything

Something something divine rights of kings -> the inherent idea that to kill something is to take its place -> something something to have growth interrupted into an offshoot you must kill off the original thing

Big fan of characters who “kill” their younger selves. Characters who resent the past version of themselves for letting them get hurt, who look at that kid and feel revolted by the foreignness of it. Characters who feel they have to cut the child out of them like a tumor because it’s hurting them too much and if I don’t kill you you’ll kill me. Nearly nothing remaining of that past self but for the little connections and mannerisms they can’t kick, and when it shines through, it’s a terrible, tragic thing, because the child is still in there. It’s in there and it’s grotesque in its suffocation. But it’s there.

That is fucking amazing

Thank you all for the lovely comments on the standee version. For those who missed it and were asking if I was selling the standees, unfortunately they are sold out because I only made a few but I have two (2) leftover framed print versions of this piece that you can find HERE

They have acrylic finish and partial holographic printing as well. Shares appreciated!

Every Jason dies

life is so good when i pretend that jason never died

I have not even brought up the “villains.” I say villains because they are not so much evil as they are violently protesting for human rights. Good for them.

My favorite character can open dimensional pockets. She kidnaps her favorite monsters and locks them in an old school to make them play dolls.

Generator Rex is legitimately one of the best cartoons ever created, and if I could find a way to watch it I would promptly write a 10k essay on why.

I’ve subjected myself to the horrible ordeal of being known (submitted my work to a literary magazine) and I’m in desperate need of distraction, so I think I may just start talking about my favorite music. Thoughts? Excellent. You’re a great void. Very…silent.

Oh my god oh my god ohmygod no one speak to me-