Headachily reading more reviews, maybe thinking the nausea provoked will dispel this headache- what is substance anyway? Stuff and nonsense, stuff and nonsense. The real, the significant, the this, the that. It's all what we like, whoever that is.

A blighted, alien landscape. Slouching, squid-like, ominous smiles. Not like I need to tell you.

Fuck it, watching The Punisher.