Black holes
“The past is never dead. It's not even past.”
William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun
We are born into a world shaped by wars fought by our parents and grandparents. We find ways to survive in this world. We adapt, picking up the guns or by going into hiding. We might not even be aware of the violence the world has known before us. We might not see the scars. But all the time, some place, someone suffers the consequences. Black Holes if a metaphor for the inherent and inescapable violent nature of the world we create together.
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