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De Palma’s baby carriage descending the steps of Chicago’s Union Station, the mother’s silent scream. Eisenstein again,
I’d forgotten about the light at Granby. It was different there, older, passing through centuries before it reached you.
The one where the men finally told about the priests, decades later, and everyone lauded their bravery. The one where the women came forward after five years, and everyone asked why they hadn’t spoken sooner.
My generation only missed each other’s twenties.
How could any woman truly be shocked by predation?
Is it more like THE BIG CHILL, or the second half of IT?
You don’t have to have been friends with someone to be old friends with them later.
It was impossible, but it was true.
Everything green is something that’s survived.
