All I Could Think About
I was waiting for Game of Thrones season 4 with the kind of focus that makes everything else blur out. April 6th couldn’t come fast enough. They put out a behind-the-scenes trailer but it only made it worse—you don’t want to see how they filmed it, you want to actually watch it.
The thing about GoT was that it had everything. Dragons. Brutal plotting. Enough nudity that you stayed alert through the slow political scenes. The show treated itself like it mattered, and that gave permission to care about it too, at least for a while.
I don’t hold season 4 in my memory the way I do the first two. But the feeling of waiting for it—that anticipation, that certainty that the next thing you needed to do was watch these episodes—that stuck around.