A little late to the party but we’ve been watching The Walking Dead ad nauseum/infinitum with the prodding stewardship of our fellow colleagues. It is addictive but as fun as eating a bag of mosquitos each time, and yet, rabidly, we agonize in seeing the agony unfold. As to why we as a species are drawn to nihilistic depictions of our own mortal coil, I find puzzling. It is as if we are staring into a portal, a rapacious mirror, dusty and distorted perhaps, but one that does reflect back. We are them as to they were once, us.
On a much more uplifting note, we’ve been exchanging some heartfelt communiqués with our dear friend and colleague Dersu Rhodes who is doing a stint in Berlin with a platter of creative work on his plate and an appetizer of soul searching. Big shout out to him today on his birthday.