November 30, 2003
The mass genocide of a peoples reflected in the celluloid crispness of a screen in the safety of a home heated in warmth. The lost and senseless slaughter of people slashed open in grotesqueness and we are made to feel. Wandering in a drink of red wine, like you know, she said, he said banter of the vacant. In a moment we feel the safety in the ever changing morality of our hopes and dreams. Never should we take for granted the lives that we lead for they can change in a heartbeat. Humans are grotesquely beautiful in their innocence.