What’s the name of the word for the precise moment when you realize that you’ve actually forgotten how it felt to make love to somebody you really liked a long time ago?
There isn’t one.
Oh. I thought maybe there was.
No. There isn’t
The good thing about discovering a comic 20+ years after it was first written is that you can gorge on the back catalogue.
Neil Gaiman’s Sandman at times reads like poetry.