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Yes, still. It's comfort food for the brain. Don't @ me.
A small, slightly unhinged tour of what I'm currently obsessed with — shows, manga, board games, books that won't leave my head, and at least one snack combination that probably shouldn't exist.
Yes, still. It's comfort food for the brain. Don't @ me.
Kentaro Miura's magnum opus and also the reason I have trust issues with authors. If you know, you know. If you don't, read it immediately and ruin your week.
Herbert built an entire civilization's worth of lore so that we could watch people walk dramatically through sand. Respect.
Started as a Viking revenge story, became a meditation on the meaning of a life well-lived. Nobody warned me. I'm still processing.
I spend real money on cardboard rectangles and I have made peace with this.
The fastest way to find out who your real friends are. I've seen relationships tested. I regret nothing.
Wildly different games, one common thread: all of them made me feel things I wasn't prepared for. MGS rewired my brain at an impressionable age and I'm choosing to see that as a positive. Kingdom Hearts has no business hitting as hard as it does emotionally and yet. Clair Obscur is the newest addition to the list and already causing damage.
I know. I've thought about it. I stand by it.
Carl Jung spent years painting and writing his way through a psychological breakdown and produced one of the most visually and intellectually overwhelming books ever made. Casual bedtime reading it is not. Highly recommend.
Robert Cialdini's six principles that explain why humans make the decisions they make. Equal parts fascinating and mildly terrifying once you start seeing them everywhere. You've been warned.
Douglas Adams. The answer is 42. The question doesn't matter. Neither does anything else, really, and somehow that's comforting.