Because Lorde is perfect, the hook is insane, the perfect riff on every travel trope, a perfect existential representation of your f*cked up life and a clear manifestation of all those deep-seated psychological issues that arise as summer grinds to a halt, because nothing is perfect and never will be AND NO ONE ESCAPES. Basically, completely perfect.
This is why you don’t pick a window seat unless you’re prepared for the consequences. Brace yourself for summer, y’all.
I’m watching a documentary about airplanes up in the air on a private plane flight circling over Los Angeles. Did I mention Harrison Ford is involved? Yep, that Harrison Ford.
Marco Polo is hot and there are naked chicks swordfighting. Sydney and I rate each episode of Netflix’s new drama based on how many times one of the most famous travelers ever appears shirtless (and how many naked girls there are) in the most epic, horrible bingewatch of the holiday season.