The perk of this staring contest with Neo: he’s fucking beautiful. Like a piece of art you pass by in a museum and can’t help but backtrack to it, just to steal another glance. And once you do, you’re lost in it. It’s grungy with torn corners and splatters of nothing—but everything at the same time. Alluring and dark. You can’t make out the story of the piece, but you know it’s been to hell and back. The only difference is, Neo’s been to hell, but I’m not sure he’ll ever get out. He enjoys living in misery. He’s comfortable there.
