the Columbia University arrests are worse than they seem. They're arresting protesting students for trespassing. It goes without saying students cannot meaningfully "trespass" in the common areas of a university they attend. So Columbia University has suspended all student protestors from their institution, in the process revoking their access to housing, their belongings, and most crucially damaging their academic futures. We are witnessing full scale silencing and removal of anyone of conscience from the next generation of academia.
Listening to "Full Speed Ahead" after listening to "The Underworld" repeatedly is so devastating, especially when it comes to Polites.
When Odysseus sings his name in "Full Speed Ahead," you can HEAR the smile and joy in his voice on "Polites!" That's his best friend!
And then there's "The Underworld," where Odysseus says his name twice. When he first sees him, he says it gently, almost like he wasn't expecting to see him again. And then after Polites disappears, having sung of greeting the world with open arms to the end, Odysseus says his name again, so quiet, broken, and full of grief. That was his best friend.
no because imagine venturing to the literal realm of the dead to ask a dead prophet-oracle about a way to break the curse and go home and FINALLY after almost two decades see your loved ones which includes your mother.
and then in the underworld you find your mother's spirit roaming. Looking for you. Because she died and you had not yet returned but she still waited for you till her final moment and still waits now in death.
it’s been seven years since yuuri moved into viktor’s apartment. makkachin’s getting old and grey around the muzzle, but still loves to snuggle and walks in the snow. viktor’s forgotten what life was like before yuuri, before he was happy. every time he turns his attention to the future, it’s not a cold mystery, an open door through which the wind is blowing, not anymore. it’s warm, it’s safe, it’s not lonely now. they’re a couple of retired champion skaters. yuri plisetsky is still chasing gold medals in the fever of youth and brilliance. they go to watch him at competitions now and then. but mostly they spend their days together. quiet, peaceful days. twice a year they fly out to visit hasetsu. viktor never gets sick of it, the food, the hot springs, the way yuuri fits into the scenery like it’s a painting, and he’s the foreground it was missing.