Hello, Operator? Yes, I have a problem… with myself
"People always ask for something new, it's inevitable. At 50, well, it stops." Constructors are placing a star in the insignificant Hollywood Walk of Fame. We can see how it's built, how the honored star greets the crowd that screams her name, we can feel that fervor and, seconds after, we witness how the "decomposition" process starts. People's footsteps cause the logical time erosion of the material, snow that makes people's blood run cold falls from the sky, rain that can wet thoughts pours a
Indie Corner: There’s a faint feminist message buried in there somewhere, but it's more of a light breeze than a wind of change. Instead of seizing the chance to break free from the patriarchy, our heroine just seeks more followers and tighter skin. Can we have a reboot of feminism with actual empowerment, please?