My favourite thing about that show is how he treats servers. It was also the source of some very intense fantasies when I was a barista of him busting into my cafe, calling my boss a fucking idiot, then taking me against the broken dishwasher.
He was as tall as he was tall, and his eyes were the color they were. To describe his hair one would say that he had some. His face had all the features you’d expect, and none of the ones you wouldn’t. “There he is,” people would often say of him, but only when he was there. And they were right.
One day, in the future, this entire system of tiered passports and immigration restrictions and second-class citizenship will be gone, a relic of the past, and the phrase “Immigration is a human right, moving is a human right” will seem as quaint and obvious as “Aparteid is bad” in an old sci-fi episode