“It’s not a secret anymore. It’s information.”
Assorted Thoughts on GAME OF THRONES s8e4, “The Last of the Starks”.
Excelsior.
On Endgame, and the decade of storytelling that brought us here.
“Tell that to her.”
Assorted thoughts on GAME OF THRONES s8e3, “The Long Night.”
That which is seen in the flames.
Predictions, many of which may be incorrect, for the end of Game of Thrones.
“How do you know there’s an afterward?”
Assorted Thoughts on GAME OF THRONES s8e2, “A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms.”
“Nothing lasts.”
Assorted Thoughts on GAME OF THRONES s8e1, “Winterfell”.
Stages.
“I am telling myself that this is the year I should quit and somehow another year goes by without me quitting.”
“Acoustics.”
A short poem on a nearing sensation and a fading interrogation.
Threat levels.
“It seems that nothing about your festering, homicidal temperament will set off any alarms worth hearing.”