Someday (adverb): a future date, paradoxical in its specificity and lack thereof, e.g., the world will end ‘someday’. An optimistic nihilist’s criticisms of humanity’s foibles as we fast approach the time when ‘someday’ becomes now. You’ve visited this nothingness before—the thoughtless space between the great dream and rebirth. But this time is different. This time,…
The overarching metaphor of a ticking clock, a chronic crisis building to a boiling point, is what makes Watchmen’s inclusion of the real-world Doomsday Clock so effective. It’s also why it feels as though the seminal graphic novel could have been released just yesterday.
Often, superhero fatigue is dismissed as a market dip or creative slump. At worst, it’s wielded smugly like a cudgel against geeks—“Wait, you still like these movies?” We’re not just seeing the decline of a genre, but a reflection of broader cultural exhaustion, and our complicated relationship to stories that once made us feel powerful, hopeful, or seen.
If you listen closely enough, you might just hear the faint whispering of the paintings when a new artwork arrives at The Gallery Diablerie. A stifled laugh here, a murmured rumour there—easy to attribute to any of the gallery’s wealthy clientele or dismiss as a passing echo or the squeak of a wooden floorboard.
What makes Sinners such a hypnotic cinematic experience is how deeply music is embedded within the soul of the film—not as soundtrack, but as metaphysical force. ‘I Lied To You’ and the performances at Smoke and Stack’s Juke Joint are a celebration of black music and culture in its multi-generational forms, able to transcend time and space to unite all.
There is nothing scarier than a loss of self. Cosmic horror’s real teeth don’t come from Cthulhu tentacles or eldritch gods; it’s the realisation that reality is just a thin membrane over a terrifying, alien truth, and that the only answer is madness, or a (voluntary or otherwise) state of cosmic bliss: a nihilistic acceptance that there is no other way. Such is the inevitable descent into madness in “The Lighthouse”.
Future’s End is a 2024 independent concept album by Pat Boey. In a sentence, this album is comprised of indie dance songs about the end of the world and the future. How do we go back round the bend? Where do we go when we have seen the end? — An album by Patrick Boeywith…
The few intact bodies are buried in ash, under the scattered remains of their comrades, and perhaps their foes. In this way, at least, they are not alone. But in the end, everybody is ashes. As I look out on the dead landscape of drowning towers and scorched homes, I…
Dear Writers, Battle on. The fight is not lost, for there are still words to murder with, still adjectives to regroup, still metaphors that may turn the tide. Your enemies are just passing fancies, impulses that shoot at you briefly but inevitably fall short. You repel them with a shield of schedules…
an inkling fills me to my capacityyet my capacity is one of a millionand my occurrence one of infinityin a boundless universe wonderland breathes in the light of a lifeless lampdrained by a broken realitythe infidelity of shadowbirthing the blade of endless dreams a sweet silver line: condemned, contemplatingcommiserating the blessedbleeding faith from frail timeyou…