It can be commonly agreed that this piece ended, insofar as quite a bit less of it happened after the expected duration. However, it may not have completely ended, and we’re going to have to come to the conclusion that it might be our fault. We had a chance to stop this. We didn’t realize it was our last.
What I didn't like
If there were never to be another performance, let alone an additional sequel, it would yet be impossible to forgive this for what I’m very generously going to refer to as “existing.” Of the things I saw in this terrifying escapade I will be forever sworn to secrecy, but look into my eyes and let my icy stare carry my unquenchable thirst for meaning. On this desert, there shall be no more drops to drink of that life-giving water, no buried treasures, and to wonder if I’ve wasted my visit to this twilight den of iniquity, there can be No Doubt.
My overall impression
Since sitting down for the duration in the same room as this, I have been consumed with a powerful thirst. No liquid can quench, no substance may satisfy. I leave now to walk across the ocean floor to the wrecked schooners of my forebears, praying the pungent brine of the Atlantic will slate this thirst. Perhaps it is a lust for the open sea. Perhaps there was something in the Rootbeer.