We stand upon what might be the last great monolith of weekly television in the world. We have begun our work weeks, mere hours later, often with the taste of shock and horror on our tongues, and absorbed all manner of tweets and posts and articles about Game of Thrones throughout the week, to arrive back on Sunday nights, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, for more love, more intrigue and more carnage. We have spent the better part of a decade vacationing there, loyally and resolutely on Sunday nights. A protected realm where we never really know how it’s all going to shake out, but we allow ourselves to fall in love anyway. For many of us, it has been a unique destination of escape. We’ve been away from Game of Thrones since August 2017, and what jumped out at me the most upon returning is a profound sense of nostalgia about being back in Westeros.
Today we begin the end, together again for six more episodes.
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