Cages. Not real ones. Ones made of trees and buildings. Of grass and concrete. No escape. No escape. Chasing, cornering, hunting, running, hiding. I tried. I did. They keep coming. Fear, paranoia, destiny. I’m trapped.
He slammed the hatch and walked around to the driver side door. When he climbed in, I looked over at him and smiled. We were doing it. Finally. After all these years, all this work, we were leaving. Nothing could stop us now.
The show was terrible and we knew it. But every week we trudged through writing and meeting and acting and shooting. And every week we got paid to do it. Paid by the viewers. The millions and millions of inane, […]