I recently wrapped production on Summer Camp after working on it for 7 years, and the first emotion* that crept into my psyche was boredom. Not situational ‘I wish someone would hang out with me’ boredom, but a palpable existential boredom that felt pretty rotten. Much like depression often can (to me anyway), it didn’t feel like it was mine, it felt li…
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