The human just feels forgotten. I trusted Josh enough to take this job blind. I’ve talked to him almost every day for three years, about design and writing and office politics but also college and family and anxiety (mine and his) and our shared belief that The Leftovers is the finest television show in history. And about my career path. I’ve long since shed any illusions that I matter to Amazon the capitalist organism, which is bearable as long as I matter to the people around me. If I don’t matter to Josh, I’m lost.
