maw

“I’m surprised Mr. Pollono hasn’t already been snapped up by the hungry maw of television,” Isherwood presciently remarked in an aside.

If this were a graphic novel, all we’d miss is the ghastly effective soundscape of squelches and pops, although that would make it easier to endure a shot of Quaid gnashing shrimp into his maw, or when he strides up to the screen like it’s a urinal and appears to pee in our laps.

If this much solar mass in a young universe was annually being forever lost into the gaping maw of a black hole, it would be less unusual.

Sensing what seemed to be an epic blunder that would take us directly into the maw of vehicular misadventure, we exchanged nervous glances in the back seat and checked our watches.

But what are some things that you think we will see as having been important in hindsight, that are being overlooked in the moment, with the endless maw of the 24/7 news cycle and all of these surprises?