curated: the Patrick Stewart–Ian McKellen Inception…
Mind. Blown.
Mind. Blown.

Not a terrible excuse for entertainment, just very, very familiar, all paradigms that desperately require a shift, in Hollywood and in the real world.
Plausible.
The highest point in Park Güell…

Lurid and squicky, Split treads water and keeps too many secrets on a dull path to the revelation of its self-satisfied cleverness.

A deeply personal memoir from the scientist with a “wild empathy for the planet” who locked down the human responsibility for global warming.
Fuck this shit. And fuck Donald Trump. Now and forever.
If you’re claustrophobic, leery of heights, or prone to dizziness, you’d probably want to think twice about this.