27 5 / 2013
DC has been strange and great. I’m still getting used to the influxes of people. There’s lots of water and marble and weight of the past. It feels like it’s trying to communicate in a language most won’t understand. Shifting angles and perspectives. Specificities, generalities. Lots of palpable loss, especially today.
Even though I have two years of school left, I can’t help but think, “What if I end up here, or somewhere like it?” This city- any city- could fulfill me just as easily as it could eat me alive.
I thrive on space, silence, and friendliness. Maybe it’s all here, but I’m not looking hard enough. We’ll see in the next four days.
26 5 / 2013
26 5 / 2013
18 5 / 2013
So I’ve seen a lot of thoughtful posts about the finale- Irene, the bee, subversion. And that’s great!
What really surprises me is that nobody is talking about this moment:
Sherlock has just brought Irene to the brownstone, and Joan is worrying.
“Am I in the way? I can start looking for an apartment-“
And Sherlock goes, “This is your home.”
Just. Straight up. Like, you’re a major part of my life now, of course you can stay here, this is your home.
And that’s when I knew those two would make it through the next hour and a half. This show is killing me, you guys!