I realised I’m waiting for the next Harry Potter, the next fad that goes viral and actually has enough depth and interesting characters and the sort of fan base that calls out the problematic but still invests and loves and doesn’t tear the thing apart

I’m so excited for the next one of those

I’m not a crier. But I think I’ve gotten teary more in the past four months than in most of the rest of my life.

But tonight I’m just kind of numb. That’s the worst sort of feeling. The “I should cry and process this, but I can’t even manage that much” feeling.