Perhaps the lack of quality comes with the territory of making five hours of television every week.
In late May of 2019, it was announced on Reddit that somehow an individual had stolen eighteen MiniDiscs that belonged to the English rock band Radiohead.
It’s beautiful, isn’t it?
You don’t often expect to find onomatopoeia in long, Latinate words.
I was shocked that I had never heard of this before and watched this documentary as soon as I got home.
Who knew when we’d see each other again, with the pandemic rolling in and the economy flipping belly-up, with graduation and wedding and career plans scattering in the air like confetti.
“I guess I’m starting to believe that I may have something to say too.”
When it hasn’t rained since January, even the most absent citizen begins to notice.
I didn’t expect to be single at twenty-five, but here we are.
There are no miscalculations or extraneous details—things are only borrowed or loaned between neighbors.