I enjoyed the later seasons a lot but I can never shake the feeling that it would've been truly remarkable to end it here and leave such an idiosyncratic vision of grief/regret/trauma totally encapsulated in this arc; let it linger where I can just marvel, and gnaw on the gaps
found one dead ant high up in the cabinet i keep the honey bottle in. no other ants to be found. made it up to the goldmine and died without telling nobody. born to be a skeleton in an indiana jones temple