Is this when Bojack returns to the old Sugarman place?

What are you doing here?

Man, this one speaks to me on a certain level. It’s like, the horse speaks to the past, the porch speaks to days past of someone waiting on the porch for you to come home from school, a bunch of weird displaced nostalgia. Looking at it through a peephole or doorbell camera adds to that sort of displacement, watching through a lens like we observe all of the past through lenses and books and memories, but never directly.

And, as much as the past says “wait for me”, you can’t - the past is stuck and cannot ever catch up, and the present moves further and further from it, so if you wait you only become similarly displaced from the present.

Weird feelings about this horseposting, man. Neigh 🐎

The 90s called… They want their alt rock album cover back.