[Spoiler alert]: this post contains plot details from John Carpenter’s 1982 remake of The Thing. If for some reason you haven’t seen this movie, I’d like an explanation of what you’ve been doing during the last forty years. Besides screwing up. Grains of sand fall through an hourglass, marking the death of minutes with painful physicality. Red crosses on a calendar erode the space between our present selves and who we strive to become. As a species, we’re obsessed with our ability to quantify time; any form of measurement will do, whether it’s wearing a watch or denoting the years … Continue reading Screen Scars: The Thing