Do authors cry when they kill the best character or do they smile, laugh and have a cup of tea with satan
the difference between jk rowling and george rr martin
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I think now of every war memorial I ever yawned through on a class trip, how someone else’s past horror was my vacant diversion and maybe I learned something but I didn’t feel anything. Everyone should have a museum dedicated to the worst day of their life and be forced to attend it with a bunch of tourists from Denmark. Annotated divorce papers blown up and mounted, interactive exhibits detailing how your mom’s last round of chemo didn’t take, souvenir T-shirts emblazoned with your best friend’s last words before the car crash. And you should have to see for yourself how little your pain matters to a family of five who need to get some food before the kids melt down. Or maybe worse, watch it be co-opted by people who want, for whatever reason, to feel that connection so acutely.
The Worst Day Of My Life Is Now New York’s Hottest Tourist Attraction // Steve Kandell (via my-h-e-a-r-t-s-not-in-it)