Whenever my situational depression comes back – and I mean to the point that my only remotely productive thought involves the desire to go down the street and systematically punch randos in the dick – then I know it’s time to go back to sea.

Ishmael’s intro to Moby-Dick, if it were written in 2018

Sushi and I finished watching the 2011 Moby Dick.

I REFUSE to believe that Queequeg died. I REFUSE. The book and movie end with Ishmael getting picked up and there is ample room for Queequeg to have lived. Ishmael just hadn’t found out yet because he was still out of it.

I take the George R. R. Martin route: if there’s no body, NO DEATH CONFIRMATION!