She wants her cup of stars.

Today I am writing an essay about Alan Moore for class. I am actually having Stendahl paroxyms looking at Watchmen. It's like a combination between a panic attack and an orgasm. It feels really bizarre.

I've always been really affected by the book, but I'm having a really hard time writing about it. Reason being that there is so much to notice, built into the structure and the art. I'm overwhelmed by how many ways the book works. It gets me agitated and light-headed when I start to unpack it. It is hard to focus when you are hyperventilating.

This is why I will not see the movie. It can't work the same way. It might be a perfectly viable movie (I don't know, Hodge said it wasn't as bad as most Moore adaptations at least) but it just can't be the astonishing work of art the book is.

Here's my reading list from this year, linked to reviews when I've written them.