Patchwork

  Dawn has broken on another Monday. The ashes have settled and the sun rises a new. But the anger that plagued my sleep the night before is still burning as hot as ever. “How could this have happened?” I keep asking both myself and my partner. How, indeed. While I can’t delve into the how, considering I don’t work on the show, I can explain the why. So last night (Sunday May 13.) Game of Thrones Season 8, Episode 5 aired. I watched the show and after about 15-20 minutes, I wanted to completely give up on it. If you follow the show at all, then you would know that the final season has been a bit sub-par. I was one of the viewers arguing that it was still good. I argued that it was still fun to watch and well written. I am disappointed in how the Night King was defeated. How it happened was fine and Ayra dealing the final blow was okay - would’ve made more sense for a different character to do the deed but whatever. My problem with the Battle for Winterfell was that so...