There’s a certain rhythm to life that people get used to, given enough time.
It’s a high concept that is worth exploring, but one that may be better explored elsewhere.
The thrill of an explosion, the impending catastrophe of a train wreck, the infinite details hidden in the microseconds of movement.
Uncertainty that manages to haunt the imagination is a powerful component of fear. But it cannot last.
The industry doesn’t really belong to anyone.