She's crawling to the escape velocity of her own contemptible heart's gravity.
George Barsin and the Xenocide made her mistakes so she doesn't have to.
Jun 4 • 14 tweets • 3 min read
Let's correct some silly misreadings of the Incredibles
Our hero is a has-been. Supers are gone, and they have been for years. He chafes in polite society, and whiles away nights stopping petty crime while his family strains under his yearning for a past he can't return to.
His nighttime adventures are a shadow of the role he once held, a role into which he quite literally no longer fits. Not content, he assaults his boss, breaks his car, and attempts to vicariously live out his lost status through his son—and each effort is a tantrum at best.
May 16 • 8 tweets • 2 min read
hmm
I instinctually wanna disagree with this, and I've been thinking on why (beyond liking fiction personally)
I think ultimately the belief I've settled on is that fiction can act as a cognitive prosthesis for humanity's evolved skillset
