The Critic Dreams

I dreamed that my city — not Seattle, but water-bound, large and glassy and more or less realistic — was in the path of gigantic rampaging anime characters. And even as I huddled in the interior bathroom of a high-rise apartment building, clutching a beat-up Pikachu keychain and believing this was all somehow my fault, I thought, “This is so derivative.”

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