Assorted Thoughts on Game of Thrones s8e1, “Winterfell”.
“I am telling myself that this is the year I should quit and somehow another year goes by without me quitting.”
A short poem on a nearing sensation and a fading interrogation.
“It seems that nothing about your festering, homicidal temperament will set off any alarms worth hearing.”
“The Owl thought no one type of human was any better than another. All of them, after all, were inferior.”