And: Boom. It’s done. The Coral Palms arc is over, and we’re back to New York City. I’m not upset about that, per se, because it was inevitable, but I kinda wish we’d gotten to spend just a little more time down in sweaty stinky butt Florida, because that diversion was super fun. I’ll live. So will the show. But what might have been! Read all my meandering thoughts over at Paste Magazine. As you do.
A Constant Visual Feast 