It was so dark on my walk this morning. And yet, somehow I still missed it when the stars faded and only Venus was left.
So, that was the end of True Detective. I liked it but I didn’t love it. The hallucination could not have been cheesier. And I feel pretty sure that those injuries were life-ending. But the maze was creepy as fuck and so sad.
I don’t know. I just really felt like, in part, we were being lead toward Hart’s daughter being at least tangentially involved–girls from school talking about it and upsetting her, at least.
But I was glad to have my walk. It’s very dark out there, but noisy. Someone was snorting in the bushes when I walked by.