rating: 9/10
i remember watching this alone at night on my roommate's tv during my last couple days at Elmhurst. i was at an especially volatile time in my life, feeling like i was stuck in hell and my future felt so uncertain and i was so numb to all of it. so i did relate to a lot of burnham's commentary. perhaps the overarching core of it, being forced to be locked inside just as you were prepared to come out, also resonated with my experience of two years of my life being wasted because the world sucks and fate's a funny thing. after watching this special, i was consumed by the need to create. i suppose it's normal for an artist, which i identify myself as through being a writer (however irregular i may be at it), to feel inspired when seeing a product of another artist whose work you so deeply understand and admire. i wouldn't say i DEEPLY understood this special at first, i was stuck in a loop of processing it for a long long time. it's a nuanced project—one you sit with long after the credits roll. a memorable moment while watching this was the volume of my laughter during White Woman's Instagram; i was waylaid by how exact and accurate it was, i'd never noticed that pattern before.
