One Of The Billions Of Things I

'revenge' Is A Shameless Soap In The Style Of Eighties Shoulder-pad Slap-offs Like 'dallas,' 'dynasty' And 'falcon Crest.' Yet There's No Wink-wink Camp.

It Was Bewildering And Humbling To Keep Discovering How Many Brave Things People Can Fail To Talk Themselves Out Of Doing.

'american Horror' Is The Debasement Of The Suburban Family, The Way A Lonely Kid Would Have Imagined It In The Seventies.

The Hungry Feeling And The Lonely Feeling Merged Until It Was Hard To Tell Them Apart.

Somtimes You Lie In A Strange Room, In A Strange Person's Home, And You Feel Yourself Bending Out Of Shape. Melting, Touching Something Hot, Something That Warps You In Drastic And Probably Irreversible Ways You Won't Get To Take Stock Of Until Its Too Late