Hungry mouths manage to simultaneously scream while eating. A black backdrop frames broken mannequins. The language of wailing banshees is painfully relatable. Graveyard courtships are revived long enough for me to be repulsed by the visible rot of exhumed corpses. I am forced to contemplate hands heavy with hypocrisy. Illuminated by empty boxes on a small plastic screen.
11:46 a.m. - 2017-05-29
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