Honestly? C’est fantastique

There’s something so quietly heartbreaking about people who’ve had something stolen from them. It seems wildly nonsensical to attach the value we do to something as unsentimental as a leather square with straps. But the strapped square grows on us. It’s company. It’s with us there on the street and in the car. In our tiny apartments and in its even tinier kitchens. It’s there for the quiet and the loud. For wearing silly hats. For catching flies for us. The square becomes a bag. A beautiful awkward invention we attach ourselves to, simply because it is there. And because it is beautiful

Ville ønske Coster-Waldau havde mandet sig op og givet Bodnia en ordentlig tungeslasker

The John Mulaney intervention ensemble cast