Distant Voices, Still Lives

Distant Voices, Still Lives ★★★★½

The family photo that felt so real that it reached out for a hand. Any hand that grabbed it would feel the age, the blood, the memory, and the suffering. Joy always feels guilty when arisen from pain as sooner or later, we welcome the torture and fear and anguish because we think it’s natural. Part of us can think it’s love. I have three cousins. For the entirety of their lives, they’ve lived under arms that harmed them in no way that they should ever have been. One escaped. Two remain. I wonder if they think it’s love. I wonder if they think it should be.

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