False God
If there’s one thing you need to know about me, it’s that I’m a Swiftie. A die-hard one at that. Yes, I know the lore. Yes, I am still counting on her releasing the lost Karma album.
The Eras Tour officially ended last night and I am at a loss. I feel like I’m in mourning. This has been a show I’ve been tuning into for the past two years religiously, grainy livestreams be damned.
The Mastermind games and the friendship bracelets have become rituals, Swifties fellow faithfuls worshipping our false god. This must be what early Catholics felt when they nailed Jesus on the cross. Oh yeah, I went there. We’re fully subscribed to the Church of Swiftianity around here.
I’m glad I was born at a time to experience this once-in-a-generation phenomenon. At the same time, I may need something else to fill the massive Eras-shaped hole at the center of my being. Any of you know someone who sells drugs? Kidding 😝