Hey, i watched the Barbie movie. One thought was running through my mind: “There’s nothing left to break.”
maybe i should explain.
For me as the viewer, I know when the filmmaker is holding a hammer. I know. I feel their sideways gaze, their innocent smile; see the glint on metal as they raise. But there’s nothing left to break. I’m already in pieces, so if I don’t cry now, try not to slip.
Shards, cards, houses in imagination, there’s only scorch and ashes.
So what do you want from me?
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