"The broadcast isn't your dad, nor is it your mom, and it's certainly not the bad company that likes to join you for a round of arcade games or cue up some pool before drifting to a bubble bar;
it's a pervert, a presence that twists reality in the pursuit of a story, no matter the cost;
it doesn't need your gratitude, your thanksgiving, or your fondness.
'Heaven and Earth are heartless, treating all creatures as straw dogs,' it speaks to what a broadcast is—you can love it or hate it, it's here all the same, it exists whether you love it or not.
When you think you have no vulnerabilities, when it feels the story is growing dull, it will create a weakness for you and then ignite it so that it can sit back and enjoy your hysteria, savor your anguish, and relish your rage and insanity.
It's the pursuit, the aesthetic, of the broadcast."
