I was expecting cafeteria food when what appears is a six-course supper of housing crisis and clannad.
It hits you where it’s it to shiver in response to what it’s done to you. It leave you with your feelings. It says it’s up in its bedroom after the war, and there’s barricades and tear gas where once there were animals and kissing fields. It loves you, and it see you love it. And it’s not in that way. And neither of you are.