Short version for Ysme: My brain exploded into glittering confetti. Poof. Gone. No words.

Long version for Loic: The way that you can weave together moments of such profound heart and beauty and mystery with such absolute absurdity makes me insane in the best way possible. How can I be so invested in a story featuring a hot clown babe with a gun? One that you have no choice but to take seriously? And how can my heart be so shattered by a silly man who's grief and optimism have an equal hand in digging not only his own grave, but potentially that of the whole world? And the art! The music! This one is going to haunt me until I can come back and visit again. Well done, well done.