Even after some time, I’ll be like “surely this won’t affect me greatly” when I press the play episode button for Welcome to Nightvale. Then, I’ll hear the intro and suddenly I’m 12 years old again, alone in my room, afraid, full of turmoil, being consumed with an all-encompassing dread, but set free by Cecil Gershwin Palmer’s calm reassurances of a world with everything upside down, covered with darkness and evil and fucking horrors but still with love and community and a home most of all.















