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I. Sweet Home (2020) dir. Lee Eung-bok II. Unknown III. Anne Carson IV. Lindsay C. Gibson V. Francisco de Zurbarán VI. / Le Loup VII. The Glory (2022) dir. Ahn Gil-ho VIII. Hieu Minh Nguyen IX. Richard Siken X. Clarice Lispector XI. Georgy Nikolsky XII. FirstFullMoon XIII. Margaret Atwood XIV. Mountain Goats
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀It's the small cruelties that gets you.
Words that's being served pertinently on a silverware when you find particular things hard to stomach. It was another way of teaching you that grief could be served as another cruel education. It cradled an intense. Like a darling seeking an architect but always it ended in a self-perseveration. You see yourself grow up. You take notice of the ragged print in the sofa—the peeling shred of paint on the walls—the same testament that bears and deems the inner palm of your hands. You reach above fences, you noticed the specific order your father's work boots were in and how they seemed to disappear behind the family vesicle each morning. You remember the talks your mother had about fresh manicures, new dinner recipes while she stirred in a singular pot that was enough to have you roll over and rest in the living room with the ghost of the one that wished you hadn't taken that spoonful. The hammered cross above your head suddenly speaks to you
You mistake your own abilities for the knife given by your gravedigger.
A. It always starts with two people.
She gets home at around 06:23 PM. This was or—is basically is the place where she refuged to after gaining another complaint or fuss behind the register. It reminded her of curfews and the rot of another skewer platter. The teacups whisper in her behind loose cupboards when she angles her head a degree. She regrets and it's like a puff of warmth above her forehead. At some point you feel it proper and steady. And by then she realizes that the ones you allow close, are the ones who kill you. The eyes grow white, another dislocated teeth will be added to the collection, the town narrows down to a circle. You realize there is no corners for people to hide in anymore.
