Americana / Dying of Thirst
“He looked down at us and asked, ‘What the fuck am I doing in Iowa?’”
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The violence of the moment, conveyed in shades of melancholy purple, is bleak even for a cartoon. But it’s also honest.
Guy Fieri allowed me to ask: who do I fear noise and brightness for? Who do I fear food for? And he gave me the answer: I fear it for myself.