There are damn few points in my life—and I mean that in both the literal and temporal sense—where I feel a true sense of emotional equilibrium.
Comic-Con, strangely and beautifully, is one of them.
However disconcerting my every re-immersion into that environment may be—and however out of place I might feel stepping into the chaos, the spectacle, the self…
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