There’s A Front Row Seat Reserved For You In Tana Oshima’s “Theater Of Cruelty”


Ryan C.'s Four Color Apocalypse

Deep in the murky subterranean depths of your being, there are questions that can’t even be asked, much less answered. Hidden truths obfuscated by so many layers of denial and reification that the very act of keeping them hidden has become a central function of your identity. Or maybe that should be of both your identities — the one you’ve constructed for yourself, and the one you show the public. What you see is never what you get with either, of course, because you desperately want to avoid what you need to see just as desperately as you know you really should be doing no such thing. Think of those parties you went to in your twenties that you knew your ex was going to be at and there was nobody in the world you wanted to see less, and nobody in the world you wanted to see more

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One response to “There’s A Front Row Seat Reserved For You In Tana Oshima’s “Theater Of Cruelty”

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