R.I.P.
Humans have a great capacity to slide into a life rhythm and make themselves believe that things will always be the same. No change day after day. So things that should be said get put off and go unsaid. Past abuses are swept into the dark closets of the mind and forgotten. Except they are always there. But confrontation over the evils of the past can’t happen when the abuser has left the land of the living. Porja was the victim of a father who worked hard, with beatings and lectures, to make her into a man. A futile task that only brought her pain. Her father recently passed away. Porja examines her feelings about this sudden change in the rhythm of her life.
