Let's see if this can happen again.

Life is strange right now. It's the part of the movie where the heroine strolls down the poorly lit street in the cold/rain/scary dark, and we are all waiting for something important to happen. But it doesn't happen. Not then, at least. It's only a walk. A walk to somewhere unimportant. A kitschy apartment, a bookstore, the market. She goes to bed, she has a cup of coffee, she buys a tomato.

The narrative equivalent of a teetering display of cans of green beans has been laid out before us, but no one has ventured to pull a can from the bottom of the stack. Not just yet.

For a moment the tower stands, undisturbed.