Everyone still smokes. Our computers are the size of an apartment block; they make you not xall customer service and have wild new mental illness instead.

Herzog said ‘we are running out if images’ and that shit’s real.

Both are saying the fire of our imaginations is dead, and strongly implying that we have forgotten how to even hope.

And, like… We have. We have forgotten how to imagine better, to want better, to build a tomorrow, because tomorrow is on the far side on this raging river of blood that is rapidly flooding, and the time we could have built a bridge is so very long past.

And proposing we switch the terror from white to red for five seconds is a thing you’re not allowed to say.

To be fair; the less commercial stuff was better at that.