Game of Thrones

And now, back to real life. 

After binge watching endless hours of unspeakable wrongdoing, sexual assaults, treachery and betrayal, I return to our regularly scheduled program. 

My mind is not nearly facile enough to properly catalogue everything that I have recently taken in. It is a mentally exhausting process and it leaves me almost disoriented as I stare at the screen and try to recall all the cascading horror without each act just being lost in the morass. And then there is Game of Thrones.

Winter is upon us. The landscape is filled with enemies, real or perceived. The Wall has crumbled. Friend or foe near impossible to distinguish. Truth and lies inextricably entwined. Danger can be found in every house and we are but one misstep from the apocalypse. And then there is Game of Thrones.

The final season will take some time to arrive. Until that day comes we are counseled to be patient, and are left to imagine whether there is survival on the other side of this cold and brutally harsh reality. And then there is Game of Thrones.