Having trouble staying focused lately. Staying alert, staying grateful, staying content. Just staying still and looking around. It's always an issue but the world more and more feels like it's surely impossible for anyone, not just me. It's a low-grade—often not so low—anxiety, paranoia, gloom, just kind of throw it all in and shut the blinds kind of way. There's no room for small things, no time for plain tiny pleasures. They're romanticised because they just don't seem real. Even…

Turns the franchise from something totemic into something episodic imo—which is fine, nothing wrong with this episode, even if it inevitably has been something of a re-run for the last seven years while its topic has already wildly evolved in the time that I've written this sentence? No shade to Jessie's journey, which has always had real emotional heft and purity of soul, but as the way we consume (in the purest sense of the word—discovery, enjoyment, reflection don't hugely…