Incendies
Fucking war. War never changes. In this case, it changes were significant.
The story doubles back over itself, there’s a lot of pairs everywhere. Two childbirths. Two letters to deliver. Two notaries.
This is in fact an happy-ish ending. The circle of violence is broken, by having someone repress its memories for decades and letting all out at the last moment, when it doesn’t matter anymore.
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This is my place for ramblings about sequences of images that exploit the human visual limitation know as persistence of vision.