You can always tell when an author is trying to “deconstruct” something that they think is stupid or boring or otherwise beneath them because they’re unwilling or unable to develop the necessary understanding of the source material to properly rip into it and the end result invariably fucking sucks. You need to love a genre in order to truly do it violence.
The worst part of human adulthood is being your own zookeeper
Like… i have to make sure my meals are nutritionally balanced… i have to make sure that the space i occupy is big enough, and interesting enough, and provide enrichment to make up for the lack of novelty… i have to make sure i get exercise… i’m not qualified for this
photos by mohammad reza domiri ganji in iran of: (1,7) the nasir al mulk mosque, or pink mosque, in shiraz; (2,3) the vakil mosque in shiraz; (4) the ceiling of the fifth floor of alighapu in isfahan; (5,9) the vakil bathhouse in shiraz; (6) the imam mosque in isfahan; (8) the jame mosque of yazd
“The real moral of Hadestown to me is, yes, we’re fucked, but we still have to try with all our might. We have to love hard and make beauty in the face of futility. That’s the essence of what Persephone sings at the end of the show: “Some birds sing when the sun shines bright / my praise is not for them, but the one who sings in the dead of night / I raise my cup to him.””
