This page is a comment on how one remembers the past: a play between regimented linearity, like pleasant summer blockbusters, this happened then that, rehearsed and made sense until it's safe. And then trauma like shards of a broken crystal, cruel vantages towards the inside of the wound that may never be contained. Square peg in a punctured heart, it never heals.
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Good stuff, things are making more and more sense as it goes on. I really like how you slowly unfold the causality behind the trauma.
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