And so my torment continues. I am poor Gregor Samsa, imprisoned within a rigid carapace of cinema, trapped on my back and thrashing my little beetle legs in despair and indignation as Hollywood lobs apples at my soft underbelly. I don’t want to increase my film literacy!!! I wanna make beautiful women get married to each other in the Sims 4 and listen to
You get a ❤️ before I’ve even read the essay, because oh thank all the gods somebody besides me has actually read “Metamorphosis” and remembers that thrown apple!
And now off to read the essay. I’m sure it’s brilliant.
You get a ❤️ before I’ve even read the essay, because oh thank all the gods somebody besides me has actually read “Metamorphosis” and remembers that thrown apple!
And now off to read the essay. I’m sure it’s brilliant.